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aalyssah · 9 months

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Sheild Members When They Hurt You During An Argument

Characters: Dean Ambrose, Roman Reigns, Seth Rollins. Fem!Reader. She/Her pronouns used.

Word Count: 5,568

A/N: I know this isn't really a headcannon, but I've been wanting to this for months. Btw, I don't really like this and I might delete it later. It depends on how it goes. Hope You Enjoy!

Dean Ambrose:

You walked around the kitchen with a stressful look on your face.

Your boyfriend Dean went out for drinks with his boys' Seth and Roman after a win against the Wyatt Family.

You decided to stay home since you were so tired, but stayed up in hopes the Dean would come home, but it's been over 2 hours and he's still yet to come. You called and texted him, but he didn't pick up, nor did his friends.

You started to get worried and was ready to get up and go look for him your damn self, but the sight of car lights caught your attention.

You looked out the window, watching as Dean stumbled out the car with Roman and Seth by his side. They say their goodbyes and head off. You stand at the door with an angry look on your face as he walks in.

He closes the door and locks it behind him. "Oh hey babe, why do you look so mad?" You gave him a glare, arms crossing over your chest. "Oh, I don't know, maybe because my boyfriend stayed out for 2 hours drinking and did not answer any single one of my calls or texts!"

Dean looked at you unfazed, passing by you to the fridge. "Don't walk away from me when I'm talking to you!" You followed him as he went to the couch. He cracked open a beer and took a sip. "Oh no, no, no, you're not gonna drink more after all the alcohol from the bar."

You snatched it out his hand. "Hey, give me that back!" You shook your head stepping back. "No, no more beer." Dean groaned, but was happy once he grabbed the remote.

He was about to turn it on his show, but you grabbed that too. "And no TV. You think you're gonna come back home from the bar, after 2 hours, drink beer, and blast your show? I think not."

Dean finally got up, annoyed. "Come on Y/n, give it back." He tried grabbing it from your hand, but you backed away. "No Dean, you've had enough!" You refused to give the beer and remote back. "I said, Give. It. Back!" You felt your world freeze as Dean's hand came into a fist and hit the side of your face.

The beer and remote dropped from your hands, the glass shattering on the floor and batteries flying out the remote. You slid down against the wall, looking up at while holding your face. "All you had to do was give it to me, and you wouldn't be on the floor."

Dean then walked away, going back to the fridge and grabbing a new beer. You stood up in disbelief and rushed out the house, snatching the car keys on the way. You weren't about to let him disrespect you like that. You ended up driving to your friend Aj's house and slept there.

The morning when Dean woke up, he had a huge headache. He didn't know where he was, when he looked around he saw he was in the bed fully clothed. He got up and looked around the house to notice you weren't there.

He didn't remember you saying anything about going to the arena. Come to think about it, he doesn't remember anything from last night.

Maybe you went to the gym. He went to the fridge and grabbed a beer. While he walked to the couch he noticed the remote on the floor, and the batteries nowhere to be seen. As well as a broken glass on the floor and that's when it hit him.

The glass fell from his hands as he sped through the house in search of his phone. "Oh fuck, shit, oh my god." He grabbed his phone and instantly called you, but you didn't pick up. He ran a hand over his face, letting out a sigh. He didn't know what to do.

He decided to call Seth for some advice. "Hey Deano, what's up? How ya feeling after last night?" Dean was quick to answer. "Man, I fucked up bad." Seth took notice of Dean's stressed voice. "Why, what happened?" Dean explained everything that happened and how you left.

"Dean, you're such a dumbass! You're lucky she didn't break up with you!" Dean stayed silent like a boy getting scolded by his Mom. "Don't say that please. I feel really bad, and I need y'all's help getting her back." Seth rubbed his forehead. "Okay, let me call Roman and tell him the situation."

The boys ended up meeting at a restaurant to talk things over. "I can't believe you actually hit her Dean, what were you thinking?" Roman scolded Dean. "I-I don't know. I was drunk, and I just wanted more, but she was nagging me and wouldn't let me get it.

Dean leaned back, his shaky voice known to his brothers. He bit at his nails while his leg bounced up and down. They could tell he was worried. Worried about his relationship. "Okay, what does she like?" Dean looked at them confused.

"What do you mean?" Roman shrugged his shoulders. "Well, what does she like to do? Does she like going out?" Dean quickly shook his head 'no.' "Oh no, she hates being in public, especially with all the fans." Roman took note of that in his head.

"Okay so inside. In your relationship, who does all the cooking?" Dean pouted. "Her, why?" A smile came to Seth and Roman's face as they looked at each other. "Good, because that means you're gonna cook her a homemade meal, all by yourself."

Dean's face planted onto the table. "No, I hate cooking." Roman slapped him on his neck. "Nope, you're gonna cook dinner, and apologize to her." Dean nodded his head, but knew deep down inside that he didn't want to, but he'd do anything to get you back.

Dean came back home to a dark, cold, empty house. It's never been like this. Usually it's a bright, smelling good, and full of energy, but with you gone it feels empty.

He went to the kitchen and fished him something to eat, which there were many options, but he didn't know how to cook that. You were always the one to cook for him. He grabbed a beer on the way and went to bed.

1 Week Later

It has been a week and Dean decided to get his act together. Cleaning the house, learning how to cook, he was ready for you to come back to where you belong.

Home.

He called you and to his surprise you answered. "Uh, hi." You sounded awkward as you spoke. "Hey, I just wanted to know if you could come back home. I need to show you something. I totally understand if you're not ready, or if you don't. Wanna talk to me again, but-" You cut off his rambling.

"Yeah Dean, I'll come back. Just give me an hour or 2." You hung up, leaving a smiling Dean. He quickly rushed to the room, fishing out the new outfit Seth and Roman got him.

You unlocked the door, Aj following behind you. "Aj, I'll be fine, you can go home now." You tried reassuring your friend. Dean walked around the corner with a bouquet of roses in his hand. "You." Aj pointed at him, walking close to him.

"If you ever land another hand on her, I swear I'll kick your ass. She came to my house at 2 in the morning, crying about how you got drunk and then punched her. You've got some big balls to hit on a woman like that!"

You gently dragged Aj away, forcing her to look at you. "It's okay, if things go bad, I'll call you, okay?" Aj gave one last look to Dean and then nodded her head. "Fine, but call me before you go to bed." You sent her off, letting out a sigh of relief.

"Sorry about her, she's just been really protective ever since- the incident." You took your jacket off and set it on the hanger. "These are for you." Dean held the bouquet out, allowing you to sniff them. You took a sniff, smiling at the smell. "I picked them today."

You set them aside and sat in the chair as Dean held it out. He went to the kitchen and got the plates before serving you both. "I made this earlier. It's just Lasagna." You both dug in, letting out a surprise sound at the taste.

"Oh my god Dean, this tastes good." Dean took in your compliment, continuing to eat. It was silent between the two of you except for some small talk on what you've been doing at Aj's house. Dean set the fork down , the loud clattering known.

"Look Y/n, we both know the real reason why I called you over here." You put your fork down, giving him your attention.

"I know what I did was wrong, but I need you to know that I love you. Even though what I did was unacceptable, and would make any woman leave, hell, even call the police. You don't gotta believe me, or feel any sympathy for my apology. I just want you to know I'm sorry, and that I'll always love you."

You looked at Dean with an unfazed look, almost taunting him. "I don't wanna beg, but I cooked for you, I cleaned the whole damn house, I even went and got out a new outfit, and let me tell you, this is so not my style. Isn't this showing you that I'll do anything to save our relationship?"

You looked at him thinking deep down. He did all this stuff that everyone knows he would never do. He's taking huge risks just to stay and be with you.

"What can I do? I'll call Vince and tell him to take me off work for a couple of months, I'll stop the arguing with you, he'll, I'll even stop drinking, please don't leave me!" Dean then broke down at his last sentence, tears gathering to his eyes.

He quickly wiped them away, not wanting you to see him cry. You huffed, standing up and walking towards him. You took him in your arms, letting his head rest against your chest as you scratched at his scalp. "It's okay, Dean. I forgive you, don't cry." Dean wrapped his arms around your waist and squeezed the life outta you.

He couldn't lose you over alcohol. He'll change just to be with you.

Roman Reigns:

Tonight was a very important night for Roman. He has a chance to win the United States Championship against Rusev tonight.

You walked in the locker room and saw the whole Shield sitting down talking. "Hey guys, is it okay if I come in?" They nodded their heads and you sat next to Roman. "Hey baby, how are you feeling about tonight?" You asked, rubbing up and down his tattooed arm.

"Excited, but nervous. I don't wanna lose. Who knows when I'm gonna get another shot at a title?" You frowned at his negative talk. "Hey, don't talk like that. You're gonna go out there, kick ass, and win. Win that belt for the WWE Universe, win it for Seth and Dean, and most importantly, for me."

He smiled at your mini speech, kissing your cheek. "Yeah, you're right." He let out a sigh, closing his eyes. "Don't take offense, but I don't want any of y'all coming out there tonight. I need to focus." The boys nodded in agreement, but your face scrunched up. "You don't want me out there?"

Roman looked at you, seeing somewhat of a hurt expression. "Don't take it like that. I love you, but you can't be out there. Rusev might use you as an advantage, or you could be a distraction." Your mouth dropped open, you standing up fast.

"Why would you think I would be a distraction, let alone let Rusev use me against you? Do you not trust me?" Roman shook his head. "No Y/n, you know what I mean, stop trying to make it something it isn't." You grabbed your bag, walking to the door.

"Fine, good luck winning the belt. I'll show you I'm not a distraction!" Roman called out your name, but you were already walking down the hall. Roman brushed your reaction off, getting up and going to the gorilla for the match.

You and the boys did what was told, sitting back in the locker room and watching his match. Fans were excited for this, wanting Roman to shut Rusev up. "You think he's gonna win?" Dean asked, watching as Roman hit Rusev with a closeline. "He's gotta focus, and not let Rusev overpower him."

Seth reasoned, eyes growing wide when he saw Lana running down the ramp. "Wait, what's Lana doing?" You perked up at the question, watching as Lana ran down the ramp in her white heels.

Lana got in the apron, yelling at the referee, grabbing his attention. "Oh hell no." Before Seth and Dean could stop you, you ran out the door, and into the entrance way. Fans cheered as you came running, swiping Lana's leg from the apron, her face slamming on the mat.

The referee began yelling at you two to break it up. "Y/n, what are you doing out here?!" You heard Roman yell as you beat Lana down. "Did you not understand what I-" Roman's sentence was cut off when Rusev turned him around, and hit him with a Machka Kick.

Rusev tugged at the referee to count and that was it.

"1, 2, 3."

You looked up in shock seeing Roman on the ground, holding his head while Rusev grabbed his title and exited the ring. You quickly slid in, to Roman's side and Lana and Rusev stalked up the ramp with a smile.

Boo's could be heard around the arena as they taunted you and Roman. Roman staggered to his feet, breathing hard. "Ro, are you okay?" You tried putting a hand on his arm, but he shrugged you off, leaving the ring without a glance back to you.

'Oooos' erupted as Roman walked away, leaving you in the ring.

You followed after him backstage. "Roman wait!" Roman kept walking, ignoring your voice. "Ro, baby, stop walking so fast." Roman made it to the locker room, Seth and Dean, nowhere in sight.

"Okay, now that we're alone, we need to talk about this." Roman's head snapped to you, anger in his eyes. "No, WE don't need to talk about anything. You had one job, one fucking job and you couldn't do that. I said DON'T come out there, and what'd you do? You came out there."

You flinched at the loud tone of his voice. "Roman, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't know you were watching me. Maybe if you were watching Rusev and not me, you would've won." Your tone came firm at your statement, watching as Roman slowly walked to you. "What did you just say to me?"

You opened your mouth to repeat it. "I said if you were watching Rusev instead of me, you would've won." You felt bold saying it, but all your confidence flew out the window when Roman's hand came to your throat, cutting your air circulation off.

"Watch how you talk to me! I told you not to come out there! Listen to me when I tell you something!" Your hand was around his wrist, squeezing and tugging for him to release you. He eventually did, walking away to the bathroom. You looked at where he was in disbelief, holding throat.

He just hurt you.

Without any words in your throat, you left out, running down the hall to your friend Paige. You knocked on the door repeatedly, tears in your eyes. She opened the door with a worried face. "Y/n, why are you crying, come in!"

She tugged you in her locker room, sitting you down on the couch and grabbing water. "What happened? Talk to me." It took you a moment, but you got it out. "He choked you?" You nodded your head, showing her your neck, the large handprint..

"This isn't good, Y/n. You need to leave him, call the police, tell Vince, do something!" You were quickly to disagree with her words. "No! I can't. I love him." Paige looked at you like you were crazy. "Y/n listen to yourself! He just choked you, he could've killed you and you want to stay with him?"

Your head hung low, as you answered. "I know what he did was wrong, but he was mad. We all go a little mad sometimes, don't we?" You tried to get a laugh at the famous movie quote, but there was no smile cracking from Paige. "I'm serious, this is no time to joke around. Imma go talk to him." You just sat there as Paige left the room, knowing you couldn't stop her.

Paige didn't knock on Roman's door, busting right open to see him sitting on the couch. "Roman fucking Reigns, you're a real bitch!" Paige went crazy, slapping him, until she was out of breath. "Well, I deserved that."

Paige gave him a look. "You think? Who do you think you are to be choking any girl? Especially when it's your girlfriend. Y/n has done NOTHING to you, but supports you. She was trying to help."

Roman sat there silent like a kid getting scolded by his teacher. "If you weren't so busy yelling at her and watching Rusev you probably would've won the belt." Roman groaned, hands covering his ears. "Stop, Y/n said the same thing!"

Paige let out a breath. "She's right. Why did you choke her? You should've just yelled at her, told her to leave you alone." Roman quickly added, "And I did. I told her that I needed some space and I didn't want to talk to her, but she kept pushing me."

It was silent between the two. "You're lucky she didn't tell Vince or call the police." She was about to leave the room, but he stopped her. "Paige, tell her we need to talk when she's ready, please?" Paige listened to him and left to you.

The moment she opened the door you stood up. "What happened? What did you do? What did he say?" She gently pushed you backwards so you landed on the couch. "Woah, calm down, I just talked to him." You waited for her to continue.

"He said he kept telling you he needed space and for you to leave him alone, but you wouldn't stop." You nodded your head. "I just wanted to help him calm down." You sadly said, rubbing your hands over your face. "He also said he wants to talk to you when you're ready."

You looked at her when she said that. "Should I?" Paige shrugged her shoulders. "It's up to you. That's your relationship. If you wanna stay with him go talk to him, but if not you need to tell him." You took in her words, thinking hard. "I need some time."

Time turned into a week. You really thought hard about this. You love Roman with everything in you, but is he worth the risk of your life? You got up and dressed and went to his home, knocking on the door.

The door opened revealing a tired looking Roman. Dark bags under his eyes, he smiled. "Hey." You returned his smile. "Hello." He stepped aside, letting you in. You walked in, sitting on the living room couch. "Do you want something to eat or drink?" You politely declined, and he joined you.

The room was quiet for a few seconds before you decided to speak up. "We don't need any foreplay. We both know what happened last week." He nodded his head in agreement. "I've had a week to think about us, but I wanna hear your plea first."

Roman cleared his throat. “I know I should've never put my hands on you, especially to choke you, but I wasn't in the right state of mind that night. You were there after I told you not to, I got distracted, and lost my temper. And I'm not using that as an excuse. I can see if you don't wanna be with me, let alone friends. I'm supposed to protect you. I promised your parents to protect you with everything in me, only for it to be me who’s hurting you. I just feel like I'm such a shitty boyfriend."

A frown came to your face as he continued to speak. "You should just break up with me, call the police, tell Vince to fire me. I ain't no man." You scooted closer to him, cupping his cheeks in your hand.

"Listen to me Ro, even though you did something that is unacceptable, that doesn't change the fact that you're a great boyfriend. I'm sorry that I was trying to help after you told me not to, but I just wanted to be useful to you."

You both sat in silence, taking in each other's words. “I wanna stay with you, but we gotta take things slow, like turtle slow. I need to regain my trust. I was so scared that day. I thought you were gonna kill me.” Roman’s eyes grew wide at your confession. “I would never, but I can see why.”

You ran your hand over his knuckles. “Just take it slow, real slow.” He kissed your knuckle as a thank you.

Seth Rollins:

You walked down the halls, making your way to Seth's locker room.

You just finished an important match that's giving you an opportunity for the Divas Championship.

You opened the door to see Seth sitting on the couch typing on his phone, and TV off. "Hey baby, did you see my match?" You asked, breathing heavy.

Seth grumbled a response, continuing to type away. "Seth?" Seth ignored you, eyes still glued to his phone. "Seth!" Seth's eyes snapped up to you. "What!?" He screamed just as loud as you. "Did you hear me?" Seth stood up, nodding his head.

"Yeah, something about going to the catering? Look, I have to go meet a friend, I'll talk to you later." He placed a kiss on your cheek and walked away.

You stood there looking confused. What was on his phone? Why did all of a sudden he had to go 'meet a friend?' Why couldn’t he tell you who it was? You brushed your questions off and decided to take a shower to cool down and get the sweat off you.

You washed up and made your way to the catering. You walked in and saw Roman and Dean sitting at the corner table, Dean devouring a plate of pizza. "Hey boys." Roman greeted you and Dean waved. "Damn Dean, is it good?" You giggled as he grunted. You looked around the room for Seth.

When you got out of the shower he said he would be here. "Have you guys seen Seth?" Roman answered, "Yeah, he was here before you came, but left after getting a text or something." You stayed silent, taking in the information Roman told you. Again with the phone thing and leaving.

Just then Seth walked in, taking a seat next to you. "Hey guys, what are we talking about?" Dean cut in. "Oh, we were talking about how you were-" You quickly stopped Dean from talking. “About how good you're gonna be in your match next week."

You awkwardly laughed, smiling at Seth's suspicious look. "Anyways, when I was on my way here I overheard some staff members talking about how Donald Trump is supposed to-." Seth didn't finish his story before Becky came up to him, tapping him on his shoulder.

"Seth, can we talk?" Everyone's attention went to Becky as Seth looked at her. "Yeah, let's go somewhere more private." Without hesitation he stood up, going with her.

It was silent as you and the boys wondered what just happened. "Did Becky just take our boy away?" Dean asked, breaking the silence. "Yeah, yeah she did." Roman said, chuckling in disbelief. "Guys, I know this might sound crazy, but I think Seth might be cheating on me."

Dean and Roman looked at you like you were crazy. "I know, I know, you may be thinking 'why?' It's because he's been glued to his phone recently, not watching my matches, and I have a feeling it's with Becky." You sighed, running a hand over your face.

This was all too stressful for you right now. "I think I'm gonna head to the hotel early, I'll talk to y'all next week." The boys let you go, seeing sadness in your eyes.

Next week came around the corner and boy were you excited. The chance to win the title against Aj was here. You've trained for this day to come and now that it's here you can't wait.

You were standing at the gorilla with Seth, Roman and Dean, doing your stretches. "Don't stress out, okay? You're gonna win that title for yourself." Roman said, shaking you by the shoulders. "And for us!" Dean added, a laugh erupting from all of you.

Seth was about to say something, but his phone dinged. "Oh guys I gotta go, good luck babe." He left, walking down the hall. You watched as Seth walked away, a sad look on your face. "Hey, focus on your match and then you'll get back to him." You nodded your head continuing your stretches until it was time.

It seems like their pep talk did wonders because you came up winning the title. You were crying with tears of joy, standing up tall with the title. Aj sat on the mat, throwing a fit while screaming, but you didn't care. You just won your first ever title.

You stayed out for a while before heading backstage. The first people who met you were Dean and Roman. Dean engulfed you in a hug, squeezing you tightly. "Dean, please let me go. You're squeezing the life outta me." Dean compiled, letting you go following a hug from Roman.

"We're so proud of you. You got your first ever gold while being in the shield!" You smiled thanking them once more. "Have you guys seen Seth?" Their smiles dropped fast. "No. He hasn't come back since you left." A frown came to your face. He was probably watching the match from his locker room. "It's okay I'll go see him."

You entered his locker room, seeing he wasn't there. "Seth?" You called out, looking around. You spot his phone on the table. You picked it up, it turned on when a notification came up. It was Becky texting him. You tried to open his phone, but it was locked with a password.

You then tried to open it with his password, but it didn't work. He changed it? You were too invested in his phone that you didn't hear Seth's footsteps coming to you. "Y/n, what are you doing with my phone?" You turned around seeing him. "I won my match!" You showed him your title, with a smile.

"Okay, now please give me my phone." Your smile dropped when you noticed he didn't care. "Seth, can I ask you something?" His eyes didn't meet yours, with them on his phone. "If I get my phone back, yeah." You let off a breath before asking. "Are you cheating on me with Becky?"

Seth froze as he heard you. "What? Why would you think that?" You dryly chuckled. "You've been glued to your phone like it's your heart. You're always texting her and then leaving, so I'm gonna ask again. Is it Becky?"

You could see anger in his face. "No! I'm not cheating on you. Now give me my phone back!" He reached for it, but you backed away. "No, I don't believe you. Just tell me the truth!" Seth took a deep breath, inching closer to you. "I'm not gonna tell you again, give it back."

You held the phone farther from you. "No, if you're cheating on me I-" You stopped talking when Seth pushed you back, grabbing his phone. Your whole body fell backwards, slamming into the glass table behind you.

The loud thud and glass shattering caught the attention of Seth. You winced in pain as the glass stabbed your skin, blood leaking from your body. Seth dropped his phone. "Y-y/n?" He slowly inched towards you, but you jumped in pain.

Knocks came to the door, following people entering the room. "Seth what did you do!?" Seth's attention turned to Roman and Dean and many other superstars who had the look of horror in their eyes.

He was pushed aside by Vince and Triple H when they came into the room. "Someone call an ambulance!" An ambulance shortly arrived, taking you on a stretcher while everyone looked on. "Seth, you gotta tell us what happened." Vince questioned Seth, but Seth couldn't speak.

His whole body was full of guilt. "I-I-" Dean stood up, getting in his face. "Tell us! Tell us what happened! Why was she covered in her own blood!?" Roman pulled him back, calming him down. "I-I pushed h-her." Silence filled in the room as Seth walked away.

He ignored the calls from people and kept walking. He needed to be alone.

It's been 2 days since you came to the hospital and the only people that had came to see you were Roman, Dean, your bosses, and parents. You were kind of bummed out that Seth hasn't come, but at the same time glad.

You don't know how you're gonna face him. A knock at the door made you sit up slightly. Walked in was a nurse with pills in a glass of water in her hands. "Hey Y/n, I need you to take your medicine." You took the pills, pushing the glass of water aside. "Just wanted to let you know that you have a visitor. Would you like them to come in?" You nodded your head, closing your eyes.

The nurse walked out and Vince came in. "Hey kid, how ya feeling?" You shrugged your shoulders. "In pain, but it's getting better. The doctor said it would take 2 or 3 weeks for all my cuts to heal." Vince took note of that. "Y/n, did you think he did it on purpose?"

You gave him a questioning look. "Push me?" Vince nodded his head. "Because if you think that, we can press charges, and maybe even fire him." You were quick to dismiss his choices. "No! Please don't! I don't think he did. He just really wanted his phone and I wasn't giving it to him."

Vince didn't know if he should believe you are not, but decided to anyway. "Alright, whatever you say. Imma go and let you get some rest." He left the room, leaving you alone. You stared up at the ceiling, thinking about everything that's happened this week.

When you woke up, you felt your hand being squeezed tightly. The sound of sobs came to your ears as you turned your head. It was Seth sitting in the chair, holding your hand while crying.

"Seth?" He jumped at the sound of your voice, standing up quickly. "S-sorry to bother you. I'll be l-leaving now." Before he could take 3 steps you stopped him. "Seth, don't go." He stopped in his tracks. "Sit." He compiled, sitting in the spot from earlier.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, looking down at your body littered with cuts and bruises. "50/50. Hurt, but not too bad." He watched as you sat up from your spot, giving him your full attention. "I'm pretty sure you know why I'm here."

You nodded your head. "There's no words that can describe how sorry I am. I didn't know there was a table behind you. I just wanted my phone, I didn't want you to find out!"

Your face turned into confusion at the last part of his sentence. "Find out about what?" Seth shook his head, sniffing the tears away.

"Me and Becky have been talking about ways to help our relationship out. I've been noticing how upset you've been looking and how drained you are, so I asked her for help since y'all used to be friends in NXT. It was supposed to be a surprise for our anniversary."

Your mouth dropped open in shock. That's why he's been so secretive. No wonder she's been asking you what things would make you happy and always talking to your parents behind your back. "Oh my Seth, I'm-'' Seth cut you off, knowing what you were gonna say.

"No, I should be the one apologizing. I lost my temper over my phone and look at where it got us." You let out a sigh seeing how hurt he was. Taking your hand in his and intertwining before giving a squeeze. “We can try again, but no more hiding phones, and let’s take it slow.” He thanked you repeatedly, kissing your hand. “Thank you, I promise I’ll be more honest with you.”

You both fell asleep that night in relief.

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SOLITUDE || 001

hello and welcome to the debut of solitude. to all my current readers, you already know what’s up, but to new and curious readers, this installment is based off of climbing the food chain of wwe, taking place in mostly the modern era, so there are superstars spanning from 2013 the earliest to 2022..

just let me cook on the timeline a little bit okay, you'll like it LOL. there’s a lot of Twitter segments in this so i hope it’s not annoying, they’re going to die down for the most part later i promise

without further ado, please enjoy!

TODAY IS THE first day of your call up. The support you’ve gotten from your friends from the training center was wonderful, but you’re still feeling antsy and incredibly nervous. Hopefully, your first day on the brand goes well..

Shawn Michaels was the one to break the news that you were getting called up. You could remember it so clearly because you completely ambushed him with an excited hug once he dropped the bomb on you.

He had patted your back and told you to lighten your grip a little bit, but not without a grin on his face.

If it’s one thing you deserve, it is the chance to expand your career. You always came early, and you were always prepared to learn.

You weren’t sure how to feel when he told you that you’d be heading to the main roster.

You only started as a superstar on the indie circuit and are only used to being on much smaller channels and local shows. You couldn’t even imagine being on WWE, which was broadcast on national television!

He had seen the look on your face and quickly tried to do damage control.

“We’re soft-launching you, or however you kids say it these days,” He told you. You think he grumbled something about how social media was confusing, but you brushed him off. “As an interviewer, I mean.”

“Huh..” You give a shrug. “As long as I can wrestle sometime.”

He had assured you that you will, sooner than you think, but they just wanted to focus on your speaking. Once they (and you), were more confident, they’d allow you to be in much more opportunities.

Such is life, you guess. Get through these obstacles for a bigger reward. You gave your gratitude to Shawn as you had a lot to look forward to.

If you’re not mistaken, WWE had already posted a teaser on their twitter. For some reason, you would find yourself constantly checking the tweet.

@WWE ✓

We hear someone is entering the scene… 👀

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—is what it said. The flurry of tweets under it were mixed. Lots of people wanted to know what the deal was, though some were already speculating it was an old star coming back.

However, the few fans that knew of your work had their guesses. Some of the pictures you posted on Instagram were cryptic hints, but you knew how the internet was. Crazy detective work..

But anyhow, people around the training center know that you’re pretty introverted. You only came to get some work done and go home. It was hard for others to get to know you at first.

They like to call you shy, but you’ve started to hate that word the more it’s used. It holds you back too much. You won’t make it far if you’re stuck with that description for your entire life.

Fortunately, they know what you lack in words is made up for in the ring. There’s no question that you’re good, you just tend to get nervous when speaking to the public.

At heart, you knew they wanted to help you out, and they wanted you to become the best you can be! If you start practicing, you’re sure to be a star!

As motivating as it sounds, it’s still stressful. Going out of your comfort zone was nothing new. It’s a given if you want to wrestle properly, but it still makes you uneasy.

You know you’ve gotta put your best foot forward and do this despite it. This was your only chance, and you absolutely can’t mess this up.

Most of the people still training had given you their well wishes. It’s heavily appreciated; after all, you won’t see them anymore unless they’re called up there themselves.

You think you’ll miss Carmella the most. She was your training buddy, and you think she was the most excited about you getting called up. You hope that she’ll be next soon enough….

As of right now, you look tired. You damn sure feel tired.

It causes you to lie down on the floor of the locker room. It probably wasn’t the best idea, but fuck it. You’ve already made a bad decision by staying up all night out of excitement. It’s starting to come back to you.

Of course, you came to the arena a little too early. (which was an inside joke between coaches, you’re too punctual for your own good..)

You were sure most of your coworkers hadn’t arrived yet, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to see them. It’s not that you don’t want to, you’re just nervous to meet them.

Especially since you’ll probably be half asleep and may forget their names.

Much to your misfortune, a woman comes in, sunglasses on and suitcase handle clenched in hand.

She only lowers them with a finger once you’re in view. “Oooh,” She starts, then clicks her tongue. It’s apparent that she’s mocking you already. “..You look like trash.”

“Thanks,” You say with a sigh. “It’s so appreciated.”

This is not a good start. You make the move to get up off the comfortable ground and the woman puts a hand on her hip.

She’s not very amused, moving a free hand to flip her blue hair. “Did they get me a personal makeup artist? Or…are you just everyone’s stylist? Never seen you here before.”

“I’m new. An interviewer.” You say. Giving yourself that title feels much weirder than saying you were a wrestler. “Pray tell, who am I talking to?”

She’s a little taken aback by the cynical tone in your voice but takes her sunglasses off. This woman doesn’t think she’s met her match yet.

“Of course you don’t recognize a celebrity when you’re in front of one. Let me refresh your memory a bit. How does this sound? The boss, the blueprint, the standard!” She pauses for a bit for dramatic effect. “…Sasha Banks. And I better not have to repeat myself. Who exactly are you?”

“You have a pretty name.” You start off with. Honestly, you didn’t want to make an enemy out of her as much as she wanted to make one out of you. You hope she could see that. “I’m [Name], and you’re right. I am new. Maybe we can get to know each other a bit more.”

It actually seems to work because she falters for a second. “…What?”

You hold out your hand to her and she looks at it for a moment before shaking it with a scowl. Before you realize it, she’s already taking her hand back.

“I’m assuming you’re wrestling? Do you have a match?” You quickly ask, not giving her a second to recover. “I’d like to interview you after if you do.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Sasha drops her suitcase. She’s unsure if she could stand your bright personality for a second longer. You’re going to be a problem in the future. “Sorry, not sorry, but you’re a nobody. What’s the point?”

“It was worth a try. But if that’s what you want I won’t force you.” Sasha rolls her eyes at your response. You’re way too nice. “At least tell me, do you think it’s fun here?”

“Fun?” She repeats. “Tch, I know you didn’t just ask if it was fun. Get real. There’s nothing fun about being here. There’s only one thing that matters, and it’s the Divas Championship. Got it?”

“Got it.” You nod. Divas Championship…duly noted. You don’t think you’ll be going for it anytime soon. “Who’s got it?” You’ll have to ask if the standard Women’s Championship was still in circulation as well.

“AJ Lee.” She answers. It’s the least snarky answer she’s given you so far, but she reverts back to it. “I swear, I’m gonna drag her ass across the mat for that title. She makes me sick with her skipping around.”

You voice your thoughts. “She skips?” That’s one way to get to the ring. You’re curious now. “I wonder if I can interview her…she must have a lot to say about her reign so far.”

“What?” Sasha’s immediately offended. “Um, no. Who says you’re interviewing her first? You’re obviously going to interview me first.”

It’s contradictory to what she’s said before, but because of it, there’s a smile growing on your face. She notices and jabs her index finger toward you. “You can wipe that smile off your face, rookie.”

“So be it. I will see you afterwards.” You agree to interview her, doing your best to fight the smile off.

Sasha huffs and leaves the room for now. Your eyes follow her, and once she’s gone, you shrug to yourself. Wow.

Well, that’s one way to get an interviewee.

Almost seconds after her departure, your phone vibrates and you see it’s a notification from Twitter. After that, the tweets start to flow in.

What now?

@SashaBanksWWE ✓

I ALWAYS come first. Don’t forget that, rookie. @Officially[Name].

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@No1DivazStan: Wait…?

↳ @Sashabanksfan109: Literally like who is that??? What is she talking about?

Oh boy. Now people actually are getting the idea. She even went as far as tagging you. You’re already starting to have people follow you.

Including Sasha, which was a plus!

You’re confident about things for a moment until the thought of having to talk to her live circles back. Shit, you might start to freak out a little.

You hope Sasha wouldn’t be too harsh on you, even if it were wishful thinking. Sasha’s gonna come in hot, especially if she loses. You have no choice but to adjust.

A few more moments of silence pass, and suddenly the floor is calling you again.

You immediately lay back down. How long until the show? You take your phone out of your pocket and check the time. 6:45. The show starts at around 7. Maybe 8 if there are any delays.

Would it be wrong if you took a quick nap? It’ll only be 15 minutes, but it might just be enough to keep you going for the rest of the night.

You’re already closing your eyes. You know you’re going to be unable to hit any major stages of sleep, but even just laying like this is nice.

Until the door opens. You’re shooting up from your spot, almost falling over in the process.

“I WASN’T SLEEPING.” You clarify, doing your best to stand up. The woman, who’s not Sasha this time, looks at you in confusion.

She points a finger at you. “Ya’ sure about that? From the looks of it, it seemed like you were knocked out for a second.” Her accent is the first thing that catches your attention as she starts to motion towards you.

“No, no, not at all.” You try to defend. “Can’t a woman stretch on the floor in peace?”

“Seriously, you call that stretching?” Before she can make any more sarcastic comments toward you, she turns to look at you. “I’ve never seen you around before. Got a name?”

She is trying her best to identify you to no avail. You hop up to your feet, then hold your hand out to her. “[Name]. I’m just an interviewer right now, yeah. I’m new. Who are you?”

“Becky. Becky Lynch.” She introduces, taking your hand to shake it firmly. You swear you’ve seen her before, too. Probably on Twitter. Guess Becky isn't the only one with deja vu.

You pray you wouldn’t forget her or Sasha’s name for that matter. You can’t fight the urge to yawn.

“Someone’s tired. You should go get some water before you pass out. Looks like you’ve seen a ghost.”

This is a nice change of pace from Sasha. Despite you trying to kill her with kindness, she’s just all kinds of intimidating, while this woman is…okay.

Water may do the trick. It might just be cold enough to wake you up. “Good idea. Anywhere I can get some?”

“Should be a cooler down the hall to your right.” She informs. “See, I’d offer to get it for you, but I’ve got a match to get ready for.”

“Well, thanks anyway.” But before you leave, Before you leave, you turn over to her. “This may be an assumption, but are you going against Sasha Banks?” You ask. You could be wrong, but it’s worth a shot to see.

She nods at you. “Smart girl. How’d you know?”

“I talked to her a bit earlier. She wouldn’t exactly tell me she was going in a match, but I guess it was safe to assume it was you.” You say. “If you’d like to be interviewed, I’ll be waiting backstage.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Becky says. She’s more concerned about you getting your water. “Go, I might be here when you get back. Don’t pass out.”

You make a noise to let her know you heard her. Did you make a new friend? You think so.

You’re still a bit disoriented from the lack of sleep. You only made it a few steps down the hall before forgetting the direction she told you to go. Great.

This hallway seemed horribly long. The more you walked, the more you felt like it extended somehow. You need a nap, but you don’t think you’re going to get it until retiring back to your hotel room.

A group of men dressed in what seems to be tactical clothes are sitting around nearby, and you find yourself approaching them in a sudden spur of confidence. It’s probably because you’re tired.

“Excuse me,” you call. All three of them look at you with curious looks, and you feel like you could just up and die right there.

Doesn’t exactly help that they’re all kind of attractive, either.

“Where can I get some water? It feels like I’m dying here.” You ask, using your hand to rub the side of your face.

To them, you looked like you had just completed a damn marathon run. One of them with short brown hair whispers something to another with half-blonde, half-black hair, and you look between them curiously.

You don’t have time for whispers. You want water. It makes you think about purposely passing out in front of them. Rude and manipulative, sure, but you’re not here to gossip!

The other one speaks up to you instead. He’s also got long hair, but you think the most noticeable thing was his sleeve tattoo. You may have been staring too long because he snapped his fingers to get your attention.

At least he wasn’t glaring at you. There was a handsome smile on his face. “You there? Don’t tell me we’ve lost you already. You just got here.”

“Sorry. I’m really tired.” You admit. “Really, REALLY tired. Water would be nice.”

“To your left,” He says. “Should be one over there.”

The exasperation in your voice is ever present when you say: “Thank you!”. You’re dying here. You’ll have to come back and thank your only savior after replenishing yourself. Turning away, you head in the direction he told you.

You don’t hear the snickering behind you as you leave. Too busy thinking about hydration at this point.

Going further down, you see that there still is no water cooler. You’re only met with a dead end, and though there are doors, the signs only tell you that they’re just control rooms.

You’re confused. Why would he send you that way? You turn around and head back the way you came as it must’ve been an honest mistake.

You see them still sitting there with smiles. “Hey, excuse me,” you call, waving your hand. “There’s no water over there. Are you sure it’s that way?”

“We know.” The man who gave you instruction earlier had said. “We just wanted to mess with you a bit. Go that way.” First day on the job and people are already trying to rib you? Goddamn it.

On the bright side, it seemed to be lighthearted. Or so you hope.

This time, you hope, he points the correct way. The only thing you can do is let out a sigh and move forward. You don’t even stay to listen to anything else he says.

"Don't take it to heart!" One of them yells behind you.

You scoff to yourself. This time, they redeemed themselves because you found that lovely water cooler. You immediately pick up the pace and reach out to snatch a cup.

Finally, cold water. You're sure you'll wake up this time. You're almost half tempted to pour some on your face, but you aren't THAT unhinged. Besides, you don’t want to waste it.

The moment you lift your cup and and take a refreshing sip, someone saying “hey” makes you look over, and you nearly spit your drink out.

The guy that had given you the wrong direction had come around. You cough up bits of water, holding a hand on your chest. “Why?! God, you scared the hell out of me!”

“Sorry.” He apologizes. You’re not so sure if it’s sincere. “Stephanie McMahon told me about you. You’re [Name], right?”

It takes you a second to reply and he looks at you expectantly. You hold your hand up. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, that’s me.” You nod.

“Roman,” He introduced himself back, setting his hands on the vest of his tactical gear. “I know it’s your first day and all, but do you know who’s in charge?”

“….Vince McMahon?” You offer with a shrug.

Roman chuckles, shaking his head. “You were close. But that’s not it. The Authority is the one in charge.” He clarifies to you. “And you’d best be on their side. Tell me, new girl. Do you plan to be on the side of justice?”

Truth be told, you’re a little intimidated. Again.

You wonder if you even had a choice right now. Before you answer him you decide to take a sip of water, this time, without coughing up a lung.

“Justice, what do you mean by that?”

“The Authority is seeking to make sure that everyone keeps in line.” He explains. “We’ve already got a hold on the men’s division, but the women’s division….”

He trails off, looking toward you expectantly.

“I’m just an interviewer.” You hold your hands up in defense. “I don’t know anything about wrestling. Like anything.”

A lie, but you don’t exactly want to get involved.

You thought it felt weird to call yourself an interviewer, but now you’re going to hold onto that title until it’s convenient enough for you….

“Don’t give me that crap. I know exactly what you are.” So much for that. Roman gets closer to you and you move back just a little. It doesn’t do much, because he’s still in your space.

You’re starting to feel cornered.

“And what I don’t appreciate is people lying to me. Listen, [Name]. Pretty girls like you are always smart. If you knew what’s good for you, you’d better—“

“Hey guys!” A new voice makes you look over Roman. “Roman…and….who’s this?” He points a finger over to you.

“[Name].” You say. This guy might be your potential savior.

He doesn’t really pester any further than that, oddly enough. “Cool. You guys wanna take a selfie?” Before you two could even answer, he’s already approaching with a phone in hand.

“Wait,” You try to stop him. “I’m not ready—“

All Roman does was glare at the camera while you were holding out your hand toward it. He’s already took it and you were caught in the worst off guard moment.

“You guys better get ready for Raw. It starts in like five minutes.” The man recommends. “Thanks for the selfie.”

He saunters off and Roman shakes his head. After the stranger had made some distance, he finally speaks to you. “I can’t stand Theory’s dumbass.”

“Theory?” You repeat. “Who?”

“Austin Theory.” He clarifies. “Won’t stop taking those stupid selfies. It’s all the goddamn time.”

You slowly nod, but take advantage of the fact Austin had said there’s only five minutes until Raw starts. “Gosh. This was such a nice meeting, but I had better get going. You know, interviews and stuff to do.”

Roman says nothing, so you take the opportunity to side-step and walk past him. However, he doesn’t let you get far before saying…

“Better think about what I said. You don’t have much time.”

You’re hoping that wasn’t a threat. And now that you think about it?

He didn’t even apologize for leading you the wrong way!

You were just trying to get ready to be on television. You did everything you could to stand out for your debut, despite some people knowing that you’d show up sometime.

You can only imagine the pre-show talks around on social media. God, you hope you weren’t sweating. You think you’re just overreacting, but you feel like you’re gonna cry.

If you weren’t awake before, you sure are now.

Your phone starts buzzing again on the vanity you were seated at. The stylist who was helping you get things together had stepped away earlier, leaving you be with your thoughts.

Until now. The moment you pick up your phone and open Twitter, you groan.

Roman was right about the selfies being stupid.

Austin had posted it on Twitter. The only thing you’re really focused on is yourself. You look a disheveled mess and you’re happy you could fix yourself up a little bit right now.

You’re reeling as you read some of the responses. Although, some were funnier than others…

@Theory_1 ✓

Roman and some new girl are here today! I caught them in their natural habitat.

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@annsweet_: OMG FREE HER???? WHY DOES SHE LOOK SCARED LMAO

↳ @Lilgrab$78: Nah fr they holding her hostage in there

@Biilionnsmind: Are you serious? [Name] Theory AND Roman? This has gotta be the multiverse

↳ @YourChampion0: Not gonna lie they might be an item. Guess we’ll see if they have something going on or they just were filming something.

@bellstrings: Wait not too much on [Name]…face card is still ACTIVE and ready to TAP!

Along those lines of being mentioned, Austin had followed you as well. But seeing yourself being the talk of others is just surreal. You’re happy about it.

“Hey, [Name].” A stagehand calls. “You’re on in about 2 minutes. You’ll be interviewing Sasha Banks. It’s the only person you’ll be doing, so you’re free to go home after.”

Alright then. You hop up out of your seat. You looked good enough, so you didn’t exactly need that stylist to come back. Your time to shine.

You let the stagehand lead the way to where you’re supposed to be positioned. It’s a nice set up, you think. There’s a red curtain behind you as well as a television settled with “Raw” displayed on it.

“Sasha lost because of interference.” The stagehand informs you. “She’ll go on about the details. But just ask her some questions. She should be here any second now.”

You’ll try. The camera is already settled in front of you, waiting for the go ahead. As soon as he said that, Sasha comes storming into the room. He signals toward the both of you that he’s rolling.

“Wow, Sasha..!” You exclaim, shaking your head. “That was definitely……a match.”

Sasha looks at you with a scowl. “You think?! Becky only got lucky because AJ came out all peppy. I almost had her.” She complains. “I had Becky in the Bank Statement. She was about to tap…”

She literally has to stop talking and take a breath before she loses it. Everyone, even the crowd, can tell that she’s STEAMING.

“…Uh, do you think you’ll need help in the future for AJ? It looks like she’s posing a really big threat to you.” You say. “Cause’ if you’re asking me, it looks like you may need a future tag partner.”

You’re going steady, despite the fact your hand may or may not be shaking a bit. You’re just glad that this segment wasn’t out in the ring. You tilt the mic over to Sasha.

All you had to do was pretend like the camera wasn’t there and that you were having a simple conversation. Everything’s just fine.

You had hoped she would understand that you were insinuating that you could be of assistance, but she takes it the wrong way.

“What, you think I’m not good enough?” She challenges, stepping closer to you. “You think I can’t beat AJ on my own? She’s the one that needs help. That’s why she gets Tamina to do her dirty work. Let me remind you that I’m Sasha Banks. I was the NXT Women’s Champion. The Boss can handle herself in battle and she damn sure doesn’t need someone that’s gonna hold her back.”

“I get it, jeez. I was trying to help you, Sasha.” You explain. It might be a chance to get you active in the ring.

“Aren’t you supposed to be doing your job and asking me questions? I don’t need your help.” She fires back.

Whatever. You just shrug it off. “Fine. You want questions, I’ll give you questions. You tagged me on Twitter. When you tagged me on Twitter, was that you trying to put me on notice?”

It’s easy for her to bounce off of what you said.

“You clearly act like you have no idea who I am. Maybe now you’ll get a clue. As a matter of fact, you better leave that fake little sweet innocent act at the door, cause I see right through you.”

“What act? I’m just being me.” It’s true. You really are!

“Right, and Becky must be the best wrestler on the planet…hah! That’s hilarious even thinking about it.” Sasha falls into a laugh, and you fight the urge to smile at her contagious laugh. Instead, you wipe it off in order to look confused.

She takes a breath. “You know what? You wanna help me, prove it to me. You and me, a match next Monday. I know that you’re not gonna do well, but I’ll have fun destroying you anyways, rookie.”

This was your chance!! You can’t fight the excitement, so you immediately agree. “Yes! I mean, yeah. Absolutely. It’s a match, Sasha. Shake on it?”

You offer your free hand to her. Despite her gritting her teeth, she takes it.

Sasha thinks you’re too excited, but she’d be lying if she wasn’t curious to see how you’d fare against her.

Your first match is against Sasha Banks. Thinking about it seemed so surreal. You’ve got a lot to prepare for next Monday.

Sasha’s eyes seem to catch onto something behind you and she groans, snatching her hand back. “Not her—“

“I wasn’t expecting you here, Sasha!” There’s a woman who’s slightly shorter than you that comes over with a championship tucked over her arm. This must’ve been the Divas championship, if the words on the butterfly weren’t evident enough.

“You know, not after you lost. Thought you would’ve went home by now!” She holds onto it even tighter once Sasha gave her a nasty look.

“You must be AJ Lee?” You try to divert some of the tension. “It’s nice to see the divas champion face to face.”

Sasha gags, but AJ giggles at your words. She rubs a hand over the butterfly, looking at you. “Oh pssssh, this? It’s nothing major…it just means I’m the best, but seriously, nothing major. Oh, and Sasha? Sorry Tamina made you lose focus…no hard feelings?”

Sasha rears her fist back and you immediately try to jump in the middle of them. Might’ve been a dumb decision, but it made Sasha immediately freeze once you did. You’re not even sure if AJ flinched.

You’re planted firmly in between them without any plans of moving anytime soon. “Woah, woah woah, can we hold off on the fighting PLEASE?! Why don’t you guys settle it in the ring, just like me and Sasha are?”

“You guys…” AJ looks between you two. “…are wrestling each other? Huh.”

You nod at her. “Yeah. I think you should follow suit. It’s obvious you two have problems.”

“Well, you’re right. It’s not like can’t beat you again, Sasha!” AJ chimes. “Anyway, I’m going to go polish my title! Don’t wait up for me, ladies!”

And just like that, AJ skips off. Sasha slowly turns to look at you and the only thing you can do is look back at her.

“I don’t care,” She starts, pointing a finger at you. “You’re helping in whatever happens, rookie.”

“What?! Why me??” You whine. “This isn’t my issue, the only thing I’m worried about is our match.“

As she’s said earlier, she doesn’t care. “You heard me. All you’ve gotta do is be ready. When I tell you to do something, you go.”

She leaves you with that. An exasperated sigh falls from your lips.

You’ve got more than just your match to worry about now..

#RAWTonight

@WWE ✓

A nearly explosive confrontation tonight on Raw between AJ Lee, [Name], and Sasha Banks. Watch below! 👇🔥

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@xXHibiscus: THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING!???!!!

↳ @WomenofWWE: Yess! This is what we need, a strong three-way feud! The newbie, the underdog, and the champion. The storylines kind of have been getting boring. I wouldn’t mind Sasha & [Name] vs AJ, or maybe even AJ & [Name] vs Sasha.

↳ @RaeFed: [name] might’ve just saved us hold on

@RoseGambler: [Name] trying to be a peacemaker 😭

↳ @101Mariposa: SASHA WAS LITERALLY ABOUT TO ROCK AJ PLEASE. SHE NEEDS TO MOVE

↳ @ThenNowForever: Why she hit the “Sasha, this isn’t you”??

@MarkPodcast: Never heard of [Name]..…is she new?

↳ @platinumstarred: yeah she was mainly on the indies, wasn’t bad at all like she was rlly good

↳ @MarkPodcast: Hopefully she’ll stay good while she’s here!

@Feistysummer: Sasha saying she doesn’t need help…then turns around and tells [Name] that she’s going to help LOL

↳ @Divas4L: They’re definitely going to be friends, if not best friends in the future..

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ೃ༄ SHIELDING FEELINGS (LITERALLY) (roman reigns x fem!reader)

ೃ༄ PAIRING: roman reigns x fem!reader

ೃ༄ REQUESTED BY: anon

heyyyy!! i have a fluff request for roman x (fem) reader. it’s set in his shield days and the reader is a apart of the shield (or a really close allies with them whichever you want) and she’s kind of like the lita of the group. Her and roman have huge crushes on eachother and it’s so obvious to not only seth and dean/mox but the whole wwe universe. So the two guys try to come up with a plan to have them both confess to eachother 😅😅

ೃ༄ WARNINGS: this is pure humour and fluff! basically just himbos dean and seth struggling at playing cupid

ೃ༄WORD COUNT: 1.8k

ೃ༄ NOTE: hello lovely anon i got a BIT carried away with this i apologise but i hope it still works🥹 i had way too much fun writing shield as terrible matchmakers

dean ambrose had a plan.

albeit, it wasn’t a very well thought out one. but it was a plan of somewhat decent calibre.

you see, he had a lot of time for you, acting as shield’s manager and all. what he didn’t have time for was how goddamn dumb you could be sometimes (seth’s words, not his — although he very much agreed).

what was it that got dean so riled up, you ask? well it was the fact that you were so evidently in love with roman reigns, and yet never managed to say more than a pretty pathetic ‘uh, you look nice’ whenever the four of you were backstage.

even worse than you? roman. this man had not kept his crush on your quiet. apparently you were the only one who couldn’t see it, and yet instead of ever acting on said emotions, roman liked to play a fun game of hide from y/n in the locker rooms until it’s time for our match and then i only have to see her for five minutes before. this had, on many occasions, ended with dean nearly throwing him to the ground because of course all this was going to do was make you worry the very beautiful yet stubborn man hated you.

a pretty man, but clearly very little common sense, dean had concluded.

so that was when, after too many training sessions in which you’d sit in silence until your coach brought you into the conversation, he hatched his master plan.

now just to put it into action.

it just so happened the final member of the shield would be a perfect partner.

—

the plan was, in dean and seth’s eyes, bulletproof. they would probably have to undergo a pretty intense intervention afterwards considering how wrong they had been; but at first, their confidence was through the roof.

oh no, dean hurt his shoulder in practice — what a shame! good job seth was there to take him to the medic, a walk he definitely could have done on his own! but they were so smart, right? surely you and roman would talk about something if forced to coinhabit the same space without a buffer?

yeah. they really thought so too.

but after fifteen minutes of hiding behind a comically large stack of chairs, they felt it necessary to put the two of you out of your misery and cry that it was a false alarm.

maybe you two really were more hopeless than dean initially thought.

so came attempt two: the halloween party. because who doesn’t love a good dress up party?

apparently, cupid was more of a christmas fan.

as it happened, vast majority of people brought their dates to the work party, which dean and seth hadn’t planned for, but made the situation even more perfect. not to mention you and roman had accidentally both turned up dressed as demons (finn balor made a playful scene when you walked in) — it was practically a match made in heaven! or hell…

this attempt was easy in theory: set up a conversation about how fun dancing was, before abandoning the two of you at a table to take to the dancefloor themselves. surely you’d get fed up of being left out and want to join???? surely!

except, what dean and seth had failed to consider was that in the spirit of halloween, and the fact that some of the most iconic superstars in the roster loved a good prank, the place was practically decked out with tricks, instead of treats.

dean and seth observed quietly from the dancefloor (they had long since abandoned their girlfriends and were simply dancing together now, chest to chest (hey — this matchmaking was a taxing game!)), practically cheering when they saw the two of you finally getting somewhere.

roman stood, offering a hand to you with a good natured “if you can’t beat them, join them?”, and it was obvious the two of you were so close to finally making that first step as your hand reached for his—

then, a plastic skeleton hidden in a bowl of candy on your tabled decided to choose that moment to make its appearance very known.

and there went your glass of red wine, all down your favourite pantsuit (luckily — it was red too, but the dark patch across your chest was not doing you any favours).

roman very sweetly apologised on behalf of the skeleton, which was the very final part of the conversation seth and dean heard before you were scurrying away to change. they quite literally facepalmed as they walked over to a dumbfounded roman, who still played the entire situation off.

it seemed they’d have to step things up if they really wanted to get through the both of your very thick skulls.

so attempt three was… certainly less subtle.

worse still, it came only a month after the halloween party, when you were still in the thick of your ‘hiding from roman reigns’ era, so imagine your surprise when here comes dean ambrose and seth rollins, dragging roman up to you with the latter wearing an expression of confusion that surely mimicked you own.

“okay.” dean spoke, slamming a hand on the catering table “you, roman, like y/n.”

“you, y/n, like roman.” seth added.

then, like one of those old timely comedy acts, at the same time the men both exclaimed a “now talk!”

and to yours and roman’s credit… you did speak?

it’s not your fault the members of shield hadn’t made the topic entirely clear. it was obvious by now that when it came to roman, you were blind to any subtext, so they could hardly blame you for missing the mark.

“of course i like roman? he’s my friend?” you questioned warily, genuinely beginning to get concerned for the two men you considered friends.

“are you two okay?” roman added, genuine concern across his face as he outstretched a hand to slap seth? check him for a fever? both?

you hummed in confirmation, thinking back on every odd occurrence that had happened between you and roman recently, realising that the common denominator in every situation was the two other members of the stable you managed probably saying something extremely dumb.

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eventually, dean and seth had to admit they were terrible matchmakers.

when the christmas party that same year had been announced, they very nearly put another thing together, but a swift reminder from the wonderful (and honestly; terrifying) randy orton, the two were reminded of every failed attempt in the past, and their plan unravelled before it had even found it’s feet.

as would turn out, when there wasn’t two idiots meddling, that was when things unfolded themselves.

after the many times you had embarrassed yourself in front of your teammate lately, you weren’t expecting roman to approach you mid way through the party. he had spent pretty much the entire night hovering on the opposite side of the room, and for good reason to. you were a liability after all, and his suit shirt was too nice to end up with wine on it. you had opted for white wine instead this time though, just incase.

“hi.” a deep voice came from behind you.

you had been watching triple h and stephanie dancing together for the best part of half an hour, nursing your glass of wine contentedly until the voice behind you had startled you. your glass wobbled in your hand in a terrifying suggested repeat of the halloween event, but roman was prepared this time, swiftly reaching a hand around you and saving it from disaster.

“i should have probably learnt not to sneak up on you.” he joked, motioning with your (thankfully still full) wine glass in his hand before he handed it back to you.

“i certainly learnt that red wine is tasty but dangerous.” you played along, your heart doing a weird thumping thing at how roman chuckled.

“i’m sorry if the other guys ever made you feel uncomfortable.” roman said genuinely, catching you off guard. it was rare you spoke, let alone when the topics brushed a level of seriousness. “we love having you working with us as shield, but they don’t know when to turn off the jokes sometimes.”

you shook your head quickly, hating the idea that roman was concerned about you. sure, dean and seth were idiots at the best of times, but it was a huge part of their charm. from them trying to break roman during promos to their odd, but intriguing backstage celebrations, the slight unhinged enthusiasm was what you loved.

“trust me. i love working with them. with, with you all.” you added at the last second, not missing the slight upper curl in the corner of roman’s mouth when he realised he was included.

you could already feel the blush creeping to your cheeks just because of all his attention being on you, and you knew you were just seconds away from blurting something stupid, when an equally annoying cough came from your side.

comically, both you and roman turned your heads at the same time to see the entirely expected source of the disturbance.

seth and dean were standing a little while away, watching you with the biggest grins you had ever seen. arguably bigger than whenever your team won.

when you realised what was causing their giggles, your heart stopped.

you had casually followed dean’s eyeline, just a simple attempt to see if you could figure out the cause, when you found it immediately. and it seemed roman did too.

mistletoe. hung exactly above where the two of you stood.

you couldn’t help but widen your eyes, going to take a step back but being prevented by a gentle, yet grounding touch to your wrist. when you looked back at roman, he was closer than before, and it was practically an instinct how your eyes flickered down to his lips.

“in the spirit of christmas, right?” he asked, a grin that told it was more than just christmas spirit, and in fact something he had been trying to tell you for a while.

still, you took your time, placing a cautious hand on his bicep as you leant in to connect your lips to his. “in the spirit of christmas.”

#✍🏻 requests : anon #roman reigns imagine #roman reigns x you #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns scenario #roman reigns #wwe imagines #the shield #dean ambrose #seth rollins

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smartycvnt · 10 months

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Injured reader headcanon with The shield members from WWE?

They're practically your brothers and have looked out for you since you met at fcw

When you can't be in the ring, they like having you at ringside.

Roman is very much the father of the group and takes you to your appointments and whatnot.

Seth distracts you from the fact that you're hurt and can't do what you love because he's been there before and knows how it feels.

Dean is just always sort of there. Sometimes he's a reminder of what you're missing, but most of the time he is making sure nobody talks shit about you.

#wwe x reader #wwe headcanons #platonic headcanons #headcanons #injured reader #the shield headcanons #seth rollins x reader #dean ambrose x reader #roman reigns x reader

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Forced To Believe Masterlist

A Dean Ambrose x OC story! The Shield 4th member.

Summary: Taking place during the start of The Shield's debut in 2012, follow Morgan Lopez's career as she becomes a member of The Shield, revamps herself as The Outspoken Diva and makes a name for herself in WWE.

OC Profile of Morgan Lopez

Chapter 1- So, You Wanna Wrestle?

Chapter 2- My WWE Debut

Chapter 3- Fighting Back

Chapter 4- My First Wrestlemania

Chapter 5- Becoming Heel

Chapter 6- Total Divas Season 1 Episode 1

Chapter 7- The Shield's Girl

Chapter 8- Total Divas Season 1 Episode 2

Chapter 9- The Shield Isn't Unstoppable

Chapter 10- Total Divas Season 1 Episode 4

Chapter 11- Justice Continues Being Served

Chapter 12- The Underdog from Philly

Chapter 13- Catching Up Before MITB

Chapter 14- Money In The Bank 2013

Chapter 15- Total Slap!

Chapter 16- Frustration

Chapter 17- Total Divas Season 1 Episode 5

Chapter 18- I Know What I Have To Do

Chapter 19- Do You Know Who I Am!?

Chapter 20- Total Divas Season 1 Episode 6

Chapter 21- Army of One

Chapter 22- Wiping That Smirk Off Your Face

Chapter 23- You Look Like You've Seen A Ghost

Chapter 24- Total Divas Season 1 Episode 7

Chapter 25- Mommy Knows Best

Chapter 26- Revenge Is Sweet

Chapter 27- Total Divas Season 1 Episode 8

Chapter 28- Is That You Being Serious?

Chapter 29- In Due Time

Chapter 30- Trying To Gain Momentum

Chapter 31- The Slammy Awards

Chapter 32- That Was A Miracle

Chapter 33- The Answer Is No

Chapter 34- Tribute To The Troops

Chapter 35- Morgan's Answer

Chapter 36- Move Thief

Chapter 37- Meeting Hot Rod

Chapter 38- Respect

Chapter 39- I Hate Snakes

Chapter 40- If Only You Knew

Chapter 41- Making A Statement

Chapter 42- Yikes

Chapter 43- Sister Abigail

Chapter 44- I Lost Her

Chapter 45- She Belongs To Us Now

Chapter 46- I See What You Want

Chapter 47- Armageddon

Chapter 48- Armageddon Part 2

Chapter 49- That Supernatural Stuff Don't Work

Chapter 50- What Are You Doing!?

Chapter 51- Things Got Personal

Chapter 52- He Kept His Word

Chapter 53- Harley Mode Was Captivating

Chapter 54- Rosa's Mind Games

Chapter 55- Togetherness

Chapter 56- Public Displays of Affection

Chapter 57- The Shield Against The Authority

Chapter 58- Bad News Dinner

Chapter 59- Getting The Upper Hand

Chapter 60- Annihilated

#the shield #wwe #dean ambrose #dean ambrose x oc #Seth rollins #roman reigns #masterlist #forced to believe masterlist #FTB #Forced to believe #the shield 4th member #wwe imagine #wwe fanfic #wwe fanfiction #Jon moxley #jon moxley x oc #dean Ambrose fluff #wwe fluff

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I’m Not Him | The Shield Imagine [Separate]

Anon: Ooh could we get fic-one of the shield boys-where gf pushes him to hang out with his friends, doesnt kiss him in front of his friends, tries not to ask him for much. And he gets really angry until he learns her ex accused her of being clingy so she didnt want him to dump her bc shes 'smothering', some agst then fluff. Thanks!

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Summary; Y/n isn’t used to a nontoxic relationship so when The boys pull her up on her odd behaviour of pushing him to hang out with his friends more.

WARNINGS: fluff, angst, crying, breakups, makeups, roman being a sweetheart, Seth being an idiot, errors I missed.

A/N: I know you said one of the boys but I decided to do all three.

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DEAN AMBROSE: [aka Jon Moxley]

He was cool with it at first. He thought you were one of those calm girlfriends who didn’t make a big deal if he hung around his friends a lot.

You never kissed him in front of his friends, you never asked for much.

But it got to the point where it become a habit. Whenever he was with you and he got from one of his friends or a call, you told him to hang out with them.

He started to think maybe you didn’t love him anymore and were cheating on him, which caused him to get pissed off.

Eventually, he confronted you in a fit of rage, which kind of scared you.

The two of you were snuggled on the couch, watching some cheesy cringy movie on Netflix that he wasn’t really invested in when his phone pinged with a text message. It was one of his friends asking if he wanted to hang out. You glanced over at the text message.

“You can go see them,” You spoke. He looked up at you. eyes filled with anger which kind of made you gulp. Having flashbacks to your ex. You thought he was going to say of course I can.

“No, I’m watching this movie with you,” He spoke. Looking back at the screen. But you could sense he was annoyed, and you didn’t want him to think you were clingy.

“I can tell you hate it; you can go I don’t mind,” You spoke again. Voice filled with so much vulnerability.

“That’s bullshit y/n, and you know it,” He snapped, turning his attention away from the screen to look at you. Eyes filled with annoyance. It made you jump, scooting away from him.

“I-what,” You gasped out. Heart pounding so fast.

“You always push me to hang out with my friends, especially when I spend time with you, are you cheating on me? is that why you push me to hang out with your friends so you can bring him around? Or maybe you are using me? Stringing me along?” He growled out. Making tears fall from your eyes.

“No, I’m sorry, I just…I thought you would think I was being clingy if I didn’t let you hang around them, that you would think I am smothering you,” You sobbed.

“Why would I think that?” He spoke. All his anger had died down. Being placed with sympathy.

You didn’t answer him, hanging your head down in shame. Your silence told him a lot. It obviously had something to do with your asshole ex.

“Did that asshole, call you clingy?” He asked. You nod your head.

“Hey, your not clingy for showing your love, remember that he is an asshole,” He spoke. Grabbing your chin and pulling your head up so you were looking at him.

Your eyes were blurred with tears. He wiped away your tears.

“I think I need to go around to your ex’s house and punch the shit out of him,” He spoke. Making a small smile appear on your lips, which made him happy.

“There’s that smile,” He beamed, letting go of your chin, as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to his chest as he hugged you tight.

“No more of that toxic thinking,” He spoke. You nodded your head…

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ROMAN REIGNS:

Roman finds it strange you push him to hang out with his friends. Even when they don’t text or call him to make plans.

He finds it even odd that you don’t kiss him in front of them, though he can understand given the fact that the relationship he and you had didn’t start great, you were still in a relationship and he was divorced, so some people might assume that he ruined your relationship or that you are pretty much a whore.

He definitely wasn’t going to force a kiss out of you. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

His friends think you are cool for that, letting him hang out with them a lot, but Roman believes there’s something deep down that is making you push him towards his friends. Maybe trauma.

He knew your ex-boyfriend was the worst to you. He knew because he saved Roman isn’t angry per se he is just sad that you don’t want to spend a lot more time with him, even when his friends don’t ask him to hang out.

He just finds it odd. He thinks maybe something is going on with you.

Especially when you don’t ask a lot out of him. It’s like you don’t want his help. He can see you struggling when you do need help. It’s the insignificant things, like taking the dishes to the sink, struggling to hold the laundry basket full of clothes, etc.

He doesn’t believe you are cheating because he knows you better than you know yourself. He knows you are deeply in love with him, but he can tell you are scared. He does believe it has something to do with your past relationship.

He does think it has something to do with your ex, he thinks maybe you weren’t telling him the whole truth about your past relationship with your ex, the one he saved you from, he believed he was more than physically abusive to you he thinks he was emotionally abusive as well. He doesn’t want to pressure you into telling him if you weren’t ready.

So he took it slowly, canceling his plans to hang with you. which he saw put you on edge, it was only a matter of time till you caved in. He could tell by your behaviour, how on edge you were.

“You should hang out with them, I don’t mind,’ You spoke, as he helped you fold the pile of clothes.

Roman shrugged his shoulders.

“You okay?” He asked, noticing your breathing got uneven.

“Yeah, I just don’t want you to miss out hanging with your friends and regret it,” You answered rather too quickly.

“It’s never boring with you,” He spoke. Sending a wink your way, which seemed to make you cry even harder. Stupid emotions. You scolded yourself.

‘Y/n, hey, what’s wrong?” He asked. Hands cupping the side of your face.

“It’s nothing,” You gasped out. Drying your tears. But they still fell.

‘It’s not nothing if you are crying,” He spoke.

“I-just, I…” Struggling to tell him why you were crying. You didn’t want him to leave you since you were so emotionally damaged by your ex.

“Is this about your ex?” Roman asked, making you look at him in shock.

“How did you know?” You gasped out.

“It’s pretty obvious he did more than just physically abuse you,” Roman spoke. Making you cry even harder.

“You can tell me,” He spoke, as he guided you to sit on the couch. Hands off your face now. His right arm wrapped around your shoulder. He placed his left hand on your thigh. His eyes never left your eyes as you stared at him. when you spoke you looked away.

“He said I was smothering him whenever I asked him to do stuff or asked something from him, he said that I was clingy when I didn’t let him hang out with his friends, and when I kissed him in front of his friends he said I was being a clingy bitch and smothering him,” You confessed.

“He is truly a fucking idiot, he never deserved you,” Roman spoke in a soothing voice. He didn’t want to scare you with an angry voice. He was pissed off at your ex.

“Hey, look at me,” Roman spoke softly. you turned your head to look at him. It broke his heart seeing you crying over what that asshole did to you, the mind games he played on you still affected you.

”I just didn’t want you to think I was clingy and smothering you,” You sniffled out.

“I would never think that about you, I love you too much,” Roman spoke. Seeing you smile softly.

Which made him smile.

“I love you too,” You spoke. Making his eyes sparkle. The pad of his thumb wipes your fallen tears.

Eyes locked on each other.

“Don’t ever think you are being clingy or smothering me for showing your love and affection towards me because you aren’t I love you so much y/n,” Roman spoke in a soft tone, making your heart melt….

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SETH ROLLINS:

Seth really didn’t make a big deal out of it at first, like Dean/Jon he assumed you were the cool girlfriend, the laid-back one, but he started to see it as a red flag, especially when you didn’t kiss him in front of his friends, how you solely pushed him towards hanging out with his friends, how you tried not to ask much from him, even when he knew you wanted to.

It started to piss him off. So, when he rudely confronted you on this, his patience for your explanation ran thin. And it really didn’t go the right way.

“Are you cheating on me? huh, is that why you won't kiss me in front of my friends? You push me to hang out with them so you can bring him around and fuck him? huh?” He snapped out. Which only made you burst into tears.

Seth held no sympathy though. He rolled his eyes.

“Oh don’t cry,” He snapped.

“He can have you, WE ARE DONE,” Seth shouted, before turning around and storming out of the house he shared with you. Leaving you to fall on the floor, and sob harder.

Seth ignored you through the weeks, texting you to get your stuff out of the house, and he didn’t care where you went to. He was ruthless.

Your best friend was pissed off at him, you ended up staying with her. Wallowing in her guest bedroom and crying your eyes out. Heartbroken. She hasn’t seen you this messed up since that asshole ex of yours did a number on you.

She had enough. Seth was being a complete wanker, she had to give him a piece of her mind, so she decided to drive over to his place and yell at him for treating you like shit. If it got to the point she had to get violent she would, she didn’t care, no one treats her best friend like that.

When she got there she parked in the driveway. Putting her car in park and putting the handbrake up. Turned the car off. She took the keys out of the ignition and got out of her car. Slamming the door shut.

She marched over to the front door. Knocking really hard on the door. She didn’t care.

The door opened revealing an annoyed Seth. They both rolled their eyes.

“Hey asshole,” She hissed out.

“Of course, she would get her best friend to pick her shit up, too much of a coward to do it herself,” Seth snarled out. Making y/n’s best friend give him a bitch look.

“She never cheated on you, you fucking moron, if you got your head out of your ass for just one minute and let her explain instead of jumping to a conclusion, then you would know the truth, and your one to talk, you’ve cheated, you are such a hypocrite, she would never cheat, I don’t know what she sees in you but you are a complete douchebag,” She snapped. Her eyes blazed with anger.

“If she didn’t cheat on me then why was she pushing me towards my friends not kissing me, hardly asking me much?” He snapped back.

“Because her ex called her clingy and told her she was smothering him for not letting him hang out with his friends for kissing him in front of them, especially when she asked him for things, so she got it into her head that if she did that shit with you, you wouldn’t like it, you idiot,” She hissed out. God, she wanted to punch him so hard.

Seth looked shocked. Mouth a gap. She took a step back. Rolling her eyes in annoyance. God, he was such an idiot. She only came to him because it broke her heart to see you in so much pain and Seth was an idiot for not letting you explain yourself.

“Are you coming you idiot, I’m not letting my best friend cry another tear for you,” She hissed.

Seth quickly grabbed his keys from the hallway table that was near the front door. Exiting the house. He locked the door, following your best friend. She was already in the car. Looking annoyed.

Seth got in the car. Before he could put his seatbelt on your best friend sped off. Making Seth look at her like she was crazy. He put the seatbelt on.

An awkward silence filled the car. She turned the radio up. But Seth’s thoughts were on you.

She definitely wasn’t going to the speed limit. Going over the speed limit. She really was a rough driver. A couple of times Seth thought they were going to crash into another car.

After fifteen minutes of her horrible driving, they finally arrived at her house. She parked the car in the narrow driveway. Putting the handbrake on and the handbrake up. She turned the car off.

Turning her head to look at Seth.

“I will be in the backyard, if I here uncontrollably sobbing I will end your life,” She spoke, yanking the key out of the ignition, taking her seatbelt off, she opened the door and got out, slamming the door as soon as she got out. she opened the side gate, then slammed that one closed.

Seth collected his thoughts for a second, before he unbuckled the seatbelt, and opened the door. He got out. closing the door softly.

Walking to the front door. He opened the door, gently closing it. Anxiety bubbled up inside of him.

He heard soft sniffling. Making his heart drop. He did that to you, and it broke his heart. Seth followed the sound of soft crying. Standing in front of a door. He knocked softly. When he didn’t hear a reply he opened the door.

His heart ached as he saw you curled in a ball.

“Y/n,” Seth spoke softly, making you stop crying. He walked closer to the bed. Sitting down

“I know why you have been acting the way you have when we were together, I know you didn’t cheat, and I was such an idiot to think that, your best friend told me that your ex said you were clingy and smothering him when you showed PDA towards him to his friends, and that he would say you where clingy when he wanted to hang out with his friends and he claimed you didn’t let him, he was an idiot, and I am a bigger idiot for not letting you explain,” He spoke.

You turned to face him. Making Seth give a heartbroken look as he saw how red your eyes were. Cheeks puffy. Of course, she would go over to his house and give him a piece of her mind, she always cared about you.

“I want to make a mend, I want us to be together again, I’m a fool for letting you go, but I understand if you don’t want to, it is totally up to you?” He asked. Your heart hammered.

Your hand grabbed a hold of his. Making him look down at his and your intertwined fingers, he looked up at you as you looked up at him with pain-filled eyes.

“Baby steps,” You spoke, Making Seth smile. His thumb caresses the back of your hand. You knew it would take a lot of work to trust again, to trust Seth fully, to be able to be comfortable in your relationship with him, to get over your past trauma with your ex-boyfriend, but you believed Seth was worth it….

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#the shield x reader #roman reigns x reader #seth rollins x reader #dean ambrose x reader #jon moxley x reader #the shield imagines #roman reigns imagine #seth rollins imagine #seth rollins imagines #dean ambrose imagine #jon moxley imagine #wwe imagines #wwe imagine #wwe angst #dean ambrose angst #seth rollins angst #roman reigns angst #wwe fic #wwe fanfiction

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unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin · 1 year

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Yandere shield: how would they react to you finally giving into them? If you do this thank you so much!

How they react after giving in

Taglist: @fiskers7136 @peachmango-kombucha @kcloveswrestling @bellalutionn @xkennyxomegax @tummyyellin @legit9thlunaticwarrior @auburnwrites @damnnhausen @blaquekittycat @thesusbunny @writtingrose

Warnings: Yandere themes

Seth-

Seth would be ecstatic about this. All he wants to do is spoil you, and you accepting you’re his is the first step to that. In his eyes, you will eventually be able to leave the house with him. And at that point, he can show you off as his prize. A beauty at his side all the time, that he can spoil every single day

Roman-

Roman has put in a lot of effort into breaking you. This is the reward he gets for his hard work. He would reveal in watching you break down physiologically for him. At the same time, he’s relieved. He finally gets to show you the affection he’s been wanting to since he first saw you.

Dean-

He is fucking ecstatic. It hurt him every time you yelled or told him you would never love him. It broke his heart when you refused to touch him, so when you become clinging he doesn’t even question it. Sure, he feels bad to be damaging your psyche like this, but in the back of his mind he thinks this is better for you anyways. Far less stress if you’re mentally broken.

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Masterlist

I realize that my masterlist was unavailable on mobile because it is a separate page. I have not written anything new in a while as I have been trying to house all my stories at AO3. If you’re interested, the stores are listed below; I appreciate your read!

Ambrollins

That Beast Inside

Dean Ambrose/Jon Moxley

“Ain’t trying to cause her no complications……” (Choose 2 request)

“All these raindrops……” (Choose 2 request)

“And I love it when we misbehave…” (Choose 2 request)

“Are you gonna open this door…” (1 of 6 request)

“Baby, you just a little too sweet for me…” (Choose 2 request)

Bedroom Wrestling Ring: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, and Part Ten

Best Kept Secret

“Boy, you never lose…” (Choose 2 request)

“Cause I’m just a prisoner …” (Choose 2 request)

Couch Cuddles

Daddy’s Good Girl: Part One, Part Two, and Part Three

“Dean, what I hate the most…” (1 of 6 request)

Don’t Come Looking for Love

“Every little thing you do…” (Choose 2 request)

Everything’s On Me

Good Girls Get Lonely

Got a Thing For You

“Got a taste for the cherry…” (Choose 2 request)

“Grab my body, baby…” (Choose 2 request)

“Head on your chest,babe…” (Choose 2 request)

“Hey sweet cheeks…” (1 of 6 request)

“How to love, he ain’t got a clue…” (Choose 2 request)

“I am not really known…” (Choose 2 request)

IDGAF

“I can’t figure out…” (Choose 2 request)

“I couldn’t be more proud…” (1 of 6 request)

“If it does rain…” (Choose 2 request)

“I know this is unlike me…” (1 of 6 request)

“I love you…” (1 of 6 request)

“I’m gonna be a what…” (1 of 6 request)

“I’m just looking for ways…” (Choose 2 request)

Jealous Type

Know It’s Not Over: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, and Part Ten (Conclusion)

A Lady’s Loyalty

“Let your guard down a little…” (Choose 2 request)

“Love and hate, get it wrong…” (Choose 2 request)

“Maybe I’m just wrong…” (Choose 2 request)

Maybe It’s The Way You Hold Me

“Now that I know the truth…” (Choose 2 Request)

On My Radar

Pain In My Heart: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, and Part Ten (Conclusion)

“Say you don’t…” (Choose 2 request)

See, My Sun Won’t Shine

“Slow your roll, cowboy…” (1 of 6 request)

“So busy trying to play with my head …” (Choose 2 request)

Some Girls Like Simple

“Sunshine, huh, I can live with that…” (1 of 6 request)

“That’s not gonna happen…” (1 of 6 request)

“That’s why…” (Choose Two request)

Testing Waters

“There’s one heart…” (1 of 6 request)

Times Like These: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, and Part Ten (Conclusion)

Tough Love: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, and Part Four

“We were bound…” (1 of 6 request)

“Why you gotta make your heart so hard to find…” (Choose 2 request)

Workaholic

“You couldn’t remember your phone number so…” (1 of 6 request)

“You make me a better person…” (1 of 6 request)

“You got all the questions…” (Choose 2 request)

“You make it hard for me…” (Choose 2 Request)

“You say why…” (Choose 2 request)

“You won’t be laughing…” (1 of 6 request)

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Finn Balor

Rather Be

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Roman Reigns

“All I need is you…” (1 of 6 request)

“And I love it when we misbehave…” (Choose 2 request)

“Do you feel…” (1 of 6 request)

Don’t Want the Rest of Your Life

“Don’t worry, once I get to you…” (Choose 2 request)

Feel the Same Way I Do

“Happy Birthday…” (Choose 2 request)

“I can’t figure out…” (Choose 2 request)

“I can’t lie, I miss you much…” (Choose 2 request)

“I can’t live without you…” (1 of 6 request)

“If you keep this up…” (Choose 2 request)

“I get filthy when…” (1 of 6 request)

“I heard…” (1 of 6 request)

“I know you only see me…” (1 of 6 request)

“I…I lost…” (1 of 6 request)

“I’m always going to…” (1 of 6 request)

“I may not…” (1 of 6 request)

“I’m down for a one night stand…” (Choose 2 Request)

“I’m the girl you’ve been waiting for…” (Choose 2 request)

“I never knew I needed…” (1 of 6 request)

“I thought I made myself clear…” (1 of 6 request)

“I want you to meet…” (1 of 6 request)

“Mind is worn…” (Choose 2 request)

“My heart belongs to you…” (Choose 2 request)

Rock the Boat: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, and Part Ten (Conclusion)

Saddle Up

“She said she wish…” (Choose 2 request)

“Sorry for the trouble…” (Choose 2 request)

“This ain’t the right time…” (Choose 2 request)

“To say we’re in love is dangerous…” (Choose 2 request)

Tree Carvings

“Try to keep my balance……” (Choose 2 request)

Welcome Home

“What did I do…” (1 of 6 request)

“Where the hell have you been…” (Choose Two request)

“Will you be mine…” (1 of 6 request)

“You’re all I’ll ever need…” (1 of 6 request)

“You’re poison running through my veins…” (Choose 2 Request)

“You are you the love of my life…” (1 of 6 request)

You Can’t Get It Back

“You got all the questions…” (Choose 2 request)

“You mean…” (1 of 6 request)

You Must Be Onto Me

“You ruined the surprise…” (1 of 6 request)

“You walked into my life…” (Choose 2 request)

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Sami Zayn

Imma Flirt

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Seth Rollins

All the Girls Aren’t After You

“And I don’t wanna come between you and your man…” (Choose 2 request)

“Are you ashamed of me…” (1 of 6 request)

“Are you cheating…” (1 of 6 request)

“Babe, your champ is home…” (1 of 6 request)

“Babe, he’ll be fine…” (1 of 6 request)

Blinded

Blurred Images

“Do you really want…” (1 of 6 request)

“Don’t you dare…” (1 of 6 request)

Hallway Homies

“How could you…” (1 of 6 request)

“I am a fire, you’re gasoline…” (Choose 2 request)

“I can’t believe…” (1 of 6 request)

“I can’t figure out…” (Choose 2 request)

“I don’t mean to interrupt your life…” (Choose 2 request)

“I just pray…” (Choose 2 request)

“I saw you…” (1 of 6 request)

“I’m just looking for ways…” (Choose 2 request)

“I’m just tryna…” (1 of 6 request)

“In your arms…” (1 of 6 request)

Is You Somebody’s Baby

“I was the one…” (Choose 2 request)

Keeper

“Maybe I Deserve…” (Choose 2 request)

Pay It No Mind: Part One and Part Two

Perfume

“She said she wish…” (Choose 2 request)

“So give me that high……” (Choose 2 request)

Success Brings Suspicions

“This is falling…” (1 of 6 request)

What You Want

Wrong Words, Wrong Time

“You know our love would be tragic…” (Choose 2 request)

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The Shield

Birthday Boys

Chicken Noodle Soup

Roll With the Punches

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Co-Wrote

Chance Encounter

Family Matters

The Female Architect

Inner Bad Girl

Make Believe I Don’t Care

Putting Things Right

That’s What Friends Are For

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Drabble Collection

Drabbles (1st Edition - Halloween)

Drabbles (2nd Edition - Happy Holidays)

Drabbles (3rd Edition - Valentine’s Day)

Drabbles (4th Edition - Types of Kisses)

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romanreignsgf · 8 months

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We aren't him

Hello, my loves! I am here with an Ambreigns x Plus Size! Reader! This has been on the docket for a while now and I am so glad I can finally get it out here! Real names are used!

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You were in your room, waiting patiently for your boyfriend to get home. You had been dating him for about three weeks and you really thought he was amazing until you heard your phone ding

"She really thinks

She’s just a fuck toy

It's hilarious! She is way too fat and

Perky for me"

You read the texts in shock, He was one of the people who really didn't care about looks. You called some of your dearest friends. Jon and Joe. Or as the world knows them, Roman Reigns and Jon Moxley. Once they heard what you said they immediately came to get you

"We are on our way, wait outside"

You just silently nodded and put your vape and phone in your bra. And walked outside. Seeing your deadbeat boyfriend "Baby I am so sorry my friend was on m-" You stopped him "Chad, just stop. I'm leaving you" He growled "Well fine then. Youre fucking ugly an-" Then a large hand was placed on Chad's shoulder "I wouldn't finish that sentence if I were you bud" You giggled and walked to the car. Letting Joe do whatever he wanted to the five foot six man. Jon walked you to the car, One arm wrapped around your shoulder. “Hey, Do you need anything else inside?” You thought for a moment “I don’t think so… anything important is in a storage unit..” You see Joe coming over to you and Jon. He is holding a blood soaked fist “Holy shit, Joe…” You took off your jacket, placing it on his bleeding fist

“Don’t worry about it"

You looked at him with worried eyes "Okay..." You got into the passenger seat of the car, Joe was driving and Jon was sitting in the back, As soon as the car started and you and the boys are out of the neighborhood, you break down. Tears bubbling in your eyes.

Growing up as the fat girl, you always found the shittiest men to be in your life. Joe must have heard your tears, as did Jon. They let you cry cause they knew there was nothing they could say to make you feel better at this moment.

When you three pulled up to Joe's house, the car was stopped. You opened the passenger door and hopped out. You waited at the door and waited for Joe to unlock the door. You caught a glimpse of Joe's eyes, he had something planned but you couldn't put your finger on it.

When you walked in you turn to Jon and Joe and rubbed your eyes, "I'm gonna go shower... Is that okay?" Jon chuckled "Baby, I would hold off on that" Baby? He never called you that. Doll maybe, but never baby. Joe chuckled "Yes, Love, How about you go sit on the couch and Jon and I will get your surprise" You were downright confused but you went to the couch and plopped down.

(SMUT BELOW: WARNING!!!)

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About five minutes later, Your phone was yanked from your hand "What the?" You looked up, Seeing Jon and Joe standing over you. "What are you guy's doing?" Joe turned to Jon with a smirk, and that's when Jon spoke up "Now, Baby. That would ruin the surprise! Me and Joe... We wanna show you how wrong Chad was... Can you take off your pants and your panties?"

You looked up at the two, The dominance radiating off them was too much for you. You slipped off both your pants and panties and Jon looked at Joe like he saw god in front of him "Holy, Jon, What took us so fucking long to do this?" Your face flushed and you let out a giggle "Is the surprise you two staring at my pussy?" Jon laughed "Oh, no, baby. I can see that pretty pink pussy glistening, So me and Joe, We're gonna fuck you better than any other man." Those words sent shivers down your spine and made your pussy throb

Joe got on his knees in front of you and Jon plopped beside you. Jon unbuckled his pants and took his cock out from his boxers. "Now, While Joe eats your pretty pussy, your gonna stroke my cock, me and Joe will switch after you cum for a first time, and then we'll fuck you hard, multiple loads will be inside you"

Your face was now a beautiful shade of red. You nodded, wrapping your hand around Jon's cock. It was seven inches, and beautiful. That's when you felt Joe's tongue slide up the lips of your pussy, this got a moan out of you which also lead to you squeezing Jon's cock a tad. You moaned ''Jon! Joe!" Your hand picked up speed as Joe's tongue sped up as well, You also felt Joe's fingers slip inside of you

Your head fell back onto the couch, moaning loudly. Jon was whimpering, letting his head back fall onto the couch, You both leaned in, and you and Jon began making out, Joe was still tearing up your pussy with his fingers and tongue. You pulled away from Jon and moaned loudly "Fuck! shit! I'm cumming!" Your hand squeezed Jon's cock and your eyes rolled into the back of your head

Your breath was heavy and you were so blissed out. "Shit... That was amazing.." You smiled "Oh, Sweetheart, We are far from done," Joe said with a deep chuckle

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#wwe superstars #wwe #dean ambrose x reader #seth rollins x reader #roman reigns smut #roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns #wwe roman reigns #jon moxley x reader #jon moxley

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katherinegraceeee · 10 months

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History.

dean ambrose x afab!reader

summary: you’re a wrestler being interviewed for different companies and it just so happens that dean is watching…and luckily for him..he already knows you all too well.

tw: arguing/yelling, maybe smut?? i really havent decided yet😭 mentions of blood and fighting, might go into detail.

a/n: OKAY SO LIKE. LISTEN. THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING AND I NEVER SEE ANY DEAN/JON LIKE SOLO FICS SOOOO I REALLY SAID SCREW IT AND MADE MY OWN. UHM SO ENJOY I GUESS?? it’s gonna be a 2-3 part thing!! i’m sorry if it’s like total ass. IM WORKIN ON IT I PROMISE!! also this looked so much longer in my notes app…help😭

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you started wrestling at young age. competing throughout middle and high school and had won a few titles over the years. while wrestling in school and the wrestling on tv weren’t necessarily the same, you loved it nonetheless and had always dreamed of wrestling for some big company and getting your name out there. when you graduated high school, you went straight into lesser known wrestling companies and immediately fell in love with how violent it was and the chaos that came with it. you started off in the CZW and couldn’t have loved it more. no matter how much you bled or how much you put your body through, you kept coming back for another fight. you didn’t care who your opponent was, male or female, big or small, you hurt them all the same.

as time went on, you became more well known. catching the eyes of the WWE and the AEW. both companies wanted to interview you and see what you were all about. you were first interviewed for the WWE, and you were told that some of their superstars would be watching. you agreed to be interviewed, (bitch ofc) and had sat down with a few of their officials.

“So! Miss. Y/N? That’s correct right?”, you nod, trying to contain your excitement. “Awesome. So let’s getting started. When did you get into wrestling?” “I started in middle school and competed in state and world championships all throughout high school. it was something i loved watching as a kid and i wanted to pursue it as my career.“, you explain. “Wow so you have some experience under your belt. Now, I see that you got your start in the CZW. What was that like?” you laugh knowing how gruesome and down right explicit it really was. “Really fun. Super painful of course but that was the best part. If i end up leaving CZW it’ll always have a place in my heart and i’ll never forget the amount of blood i spilt there” you chuckle as you end your sentence. “Alright so just to be sure that you know, we do have some of our own superstars watching this interview live, including The Shield.” you pause at the mention knowing the history you had with their personal lunatic. you nod letting them know that you were made aware of that beforehand. the interview went on and they asked basic questions like your biggest and smallest opponents and your worst injuries. it took about an hour to get through and you were just ready to be done with it.

~jumping to the shields pov for a sec😭🤭~

Seth: So we have to watch this interview why?

Roman: Hey. don’t complain. got some fresh meat comin in and who knows what it’s capable of.

Seth: I guess but like why us? we have such better things to be doing.

Dean: As much as i hate to say it, i agree with half n half over there. i rather be fucking practicing than watching a stupid ass interview.

Roman: Y’all complain way too much. Now pay attention it’s starting.

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as you appear on the screen, dean stiffens and his eyes go wide. hoping the other two didn’t notice, he adjusts himself in his seat and pays close attention. seth catches his behavior and shoots him a look, but deans face is glued to the screen with his full attention on you. he recognizes you immediately and the memories start flooding in. he was the first friend you had made at CZW and you two were inseparable. training together, eating out together, you name it and y’all were doing it together. the last memory he had of you was your face after the VERY heated argument you guys had when he told you he was leaving. you both said some things you regret but what was said, was said.

~flashback to said argument~

Him: jesus fuck what would you like me to do?!

you: i can’t believe you didn’t tell me! like i’m your best friend and you didn’t have the fucking decency to tell me you were leaving until the day before?!

him: i didn’t have to tell you shit! i’m a grown fucking man and it’s not any of your fucking business. you know what? you’re just fucking jealous you’ll be stuck in this shithole cause you’re not good enough to go anywhere else!

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of course you were taken back by what he had just said to you. more hurt than surprised.

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you: fuck you moxley! i would’ve been way more supportive if you had fucking told me you asshole! cause that’s what friends do! especially best friends. *you scoff* i should’ve fucking known.

him: fucking known what? that this was gonna happen? that’d i’d leave one day to go on to better things? you wanna talk about being a best friend? how about you fucking be happy for me huh? you’re fucking sittin there yelling at me as if i did something wrong. some fucking best friend.

you: shoulda fucking known that you were friends with me to make YOU feel better about yourself. not to be a good fucking person. and for the fucking record, i’ve stood by your side since the day i fucking got here. i was at every match, every hospital trip, i was fucking there for everything! EVERY FUCKING THING!

him: yeah? well i didnt fucking need you! didn’t need you then and i sure as hell don’t need you now. fuck you and fuck this place.

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you looked him straight in the eyes, tears welling up in yours and walked backwards nodding your head.

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“go live your life jonathan. live it up. but watch your fucking back.”

~anddddd we are back to the present~

that was the last thing you said to him. it’s been 5 years since then and he hasn’t forgotten it once. seeing you have the same glow you had back then pulls at his heartstrings more than he’d like to admit. he listened while you talked about the matches he was there for and he reminisced about y’all’s “after match routine”. he listened closely as you began to talk about the ones he missed and they seemed to just get more and more violent. you talked about your worst injuries and how you had to take care of them yourself. he regrets that argument every day and wishes he could take it back and he’s more pissed at himself for not being there or not chasing after you that night. as much as he’ll never admit it, he loved you. he still loves you. he fucking adored you and was the proudest best friend ever. he’s so deep in thought that he doesn’t notice that the interview ended and his brothers were trying to get his attention. he finally snaps out of the trancelike state he was in and ends up storming off and leaving seth and roman confused.

#wwe #dean ambrose #jon moxley #the shield #dean ambrose x reader #seth rollins #roman reigns #fanfiction #czw #aew

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aalyssah · 1 year

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Mistake -P1-

Mistake -P1- Mistake -P2- Mistake -P3- Mistake -P4-

Pairing: Seth Rollins x Fem!Reader

Warning: Angst, Augments, Break-Up, Crying, Cursing, Seth being an asshole.

Word Count: 2,861

Summary: Seth’s starts hanging out with his ex girlfriend more often and it cause an argument which leads to worse.

A/N: Should I make a Part 2? Hope You Enjoy!

Not proofreaded

You didn't know what was with you today, but you weren't feeling it. Usually you would be happy, bubbly, and just energetic, but after what you've seen earlier, it ruined your mood.

You were planning a mini gift basket for you boyfriend Seth Rollins, that included his favorite snacks, drinks, video games, and other things, so when you drove to the arena to see him you thought he would be talking to Roman or Dean, but instead he was talking to a girl.

It wasn't just any girl, it was his ex-girlfriend, Becky Lynch. You weren't one of those possessive girls that controlled who he can talk to or what friends he can have, but just them being so close ticked something off inside of you.

Personally, you didn't have a problem with Becky, but it's just she was laughing and touching all over his muscle and he didn't do anything about it. He didn't try to stop her, in fact he leaned closer and whispered something in her ear making them both bust out laughing.

You was quick to storm off to The Shields' locker room, upset. Busting open the door, Roman and Dean looked up surprised. You wasn't set to have a match tonight, but due to Nikki Cross being sick, you had to take her place. "Y/n? What are you doing here? I thought you didn't have a match tonight." Dean asked, getting up to see what the basket was.

He took it out your hand and looked through it. "Ooo, snacks for me?" You went to your duffel bag, and picked out your gear. "No, it was for Seth, but he's busy with someone." You didn't want anyone to know that you are jealous because you were not in the mood for teasing from the boys'.

Roman looked confused. "Who?" You huffed, making your way towards the bathroom. "Just a little friend." You let out a scoff before walking into the bathroom to change. Roman looked over at Dean and hit his shoulder to stop him from reaching in the basket. "What do you think is wrong with her?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, don't ask me. All I know is that I'm about to take Seths brownies." Roman laughed, shaking his head before looking up at you. "You want us to walk you out?" You shook your head and grabbed your phone.

Deciding to scroll on twitter, to wait for them to call you, you saw a new topic trending. Clicking in it, it was a short video of Seth and Becky backstage answer questions. The video must've been taken by a WWE staff, doing it for a TikTok or YouTube Short.

The Staff member asked them, "Fans have one question for the both of you. Do you guys think you'll ever get back together?" Your eye's furrowed in anger as to why fans they would even want them back together.

"Uh- I'm happily taken with my girlfriend, but if we weren't together then yeah, I would love to give it another chance." Seth looked at Becky like they used to, when they dated, before laughing.

Although Becky was laughing too, it still hurt that he would even say that. You didn't even feel your hand clicking the comment button. Comments caught you eyes as you read them all, you felt sadness come to you.

BrollinsLover🖤: They were so much better when together.

🔥BurnItDown🔥: Why did Seth even break up with Becky? They could be top dogs in the company right now, but he went for Y/n?

Wrestling4Life: They honestly, should of stayed together.

SheildLover🤜🏾: Seth needs to leave Y/n because she isn't as good as Becky and will never be.

That last comment hit harder than ever, even if your afraid to admit it. You could feel somewhat burning to you eyes. You know that if you kept reading the comments tears would spill from your eyes and the last thing you need is for Roman and Dean to be worried.

Huffing, you threw your phone on the couch before opening the door and slamming it.

Roman and Dean looked at each other as Dean was chewing on the brownie. They knew that you only slam door if your upset or mad and 99% of the time, you're mad. They both eyed your phone before rushing over to it. With not shame they unlocked it and saw all the comments and heard what Seth said.

They were mad at Seth for saying something like that, knowing your past. Just in time, Seth opened the door. "Alright, see you later tonight!" Becky's voice was heard in the distance as he entered the room. "Hey you guys, have y'all talked to Y/n? She hasn't answered any of my texts." Roman face was stern as he looked at Seth.

Deans cheeks were full, due to the brownie, but he tried to look mad. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Seth's confusion was clear on his face as he looked between Dean and Romans face. The tension was broken when your music played around the arena, causing loud cheers to erupt.

Seth looked at the TV and saw you making you entrance. "I thought she didn't have a match?" He shrugged his shoulders band sat back and watched your match against your friend, Liv Morgan. "You would know if you paid attention to Y/n instead of other people." Dean muttered under his breathe. Seth looked at him.

"What do you mean?" They didn't respond, only watching your match. You were more aggressive than usual. Beating her in the corner, not breaking away until the ref had to physically pull you off her. You would yell at the ref and fans before putting her in a black widow.

Even though she tapped you didn't let go. The ref used all his strength before pulling you off. The commentary team commented on how aggressive you were for the match. You noted yourself to apologize to Liv later, but all you needed was to let out a little anger.

Walking back to the locker room, you were met by all three of the boys. "Oh, hey babe! You did so good out there." You looked at him up and down before walking past him, bumping shoulders. "What's wrong with her?" Seth rubbed his shoulders, asking Roman and Dean. They didn't answer, which left him confused.

While showering, you decided to brush it off. Seth says their just friends, so that means their just friends. You came out, dressed in street clothes, since Dean mentioned about going to the bar, (which you happily took) and went to the basket.

You sat down on the couch next to Seth before giving him the basket. "For me?" You nodded your head. He looked in the basket a little shocked. "Oh my god, is this the new game?!" You wanted to smile at him being happy, but the words he said during the interview and the comments were catching up to you.

"Yeah, I just got a paycheck last week, so I spent it on you." You watched as he took the snacks and a half eaten brownie? "What happened to my brownie?" You looked over at Dean, who was looking around the room, rubbing the back of his neck. "Hey, at least I saved him a piece!" He put his hands up in defense.

You laughed while shaking your head. "Thanks babe." He leaned over and placed a kiss on your cheek before opening some candy. "So, are you going with us to the bar?" Roman asked, looking at Seth. "Um, actually I was gonna go with Becky, for dinner." All the happiness you felt drained away fast. "What?!" The sudden outburst shocked three boys.

"What do you mean your going for dinner? Seth it's our night!" Every month you and Seth have this thing where on your day off, you make baskets for one another and then go out for dinner, but he's taking Becky? "Becky asked me if I wanted to go to dinner and I said yes, what's wrong with hanging out with a friend?"

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. "On our night?" Your voice got soft as you were hurt. "I don't wanna be a bad friend and cancel on her." The boys' sat in the back silently cursing at Seth for saying the wrong things. "So, who cares? It's either me or her." You waited for his answer, scared of what he was gonna say.

Seth rubbed his hands over his face. "Please don't make me choose I-" You cut him off in disbelief. "You shouldn't have to choose! It should be me! I'm your girlfriend for fucks sake, Seth!" You felt tears form in your eyes. You rushed out room, ignoring all the calls coming from Seth. You couldn't believe he would set up to have a date with Becky on y'all's night.

Not caring about your bags, in the locker room you went to the parking lot and took the car. Your sure he will have a ride with someone else. Driving home, you blasted music to try to get Seth off your mind. When you got home you went to the couch in the living and sat there, waiting for him to come through the door, apologize and take you out for that dinner, but he never did.

In fact you got a notification on your phone and it said that Seth posted on his story. Clicking on the notification, you felt your heart drop to the floor. It was a picture of Becky and Seth at the restaurant HE was supposed to take you too. They were smiling while looking in each others eyes.

You turned your phone off, feeling tears come to your eyes. Waking upstairs you went to the bedroom and slowly changed into your pajamas, thinking about everything. Empty room, cold bed, and no food in your stomach, with a boyfriend that was having dinner with his ex-girlfriend.

That night you cried yourself to sleep

You fell asleep not knowing if Seth ever came in that night because when you woke up, there was a note on your nightstand saying how he went out to the gym with Becky. You were tired of all of this. Becky this, Becky that, you didn't mind if he spent time with her, you just wanted him to treat you like his girlfriend.

He was spending way too much time with her and it was clear that they weren't over each other. Maybe, they do need to be together. You don't know, but all you knew is that if there is one more slip up, it's over. You hate to admit it, but all the evidence is there. Dragging yourself out of bed, you got ready for the day before heading to the arena.

At the Arena

You rolled your suitcase down the hall, near the boys' lockerroom. Tonight you had a match against Becky for the Raw Women's Title. You were nervous because this was gonna be the biggest match in your career and you wanted all the people you trust to be there for you. Walking through the door you saw Roman and Dean playing cards.

"Hey boys." You leaned over and hugged them each. "Hello, future champ, you excited for tonight?" Roman asked, before putting a card down making Dean curse. "A little nervous, but so what excited. Where's Seth?" You waited for them to answer. "I think with Becky, in the catering." You sighed before mumbling, 'of course'.

"Hey what's going on between the two of you?" Roman questioned. You avoid med eye contact. "What do you mean." Roman grabbed your chin, making you look at him. "You and Seth. You two have been...distant?" They didn't know how to describe y'all relationship, but they can see the difference.

"I don't know, he's been hanging out with Becky a lot recently." You fumbled, picking at your nails. "Yeah, he posted them at dinner on his story last night!" The reminder of that made you shutter. "Did y'all break up?" Roman said the two words you hoped you would never here.

"Not yet." Deans face scrunched up. "Yet?" You nodded your head. "I don't think he's ready to move on from Becky. They are meant for each other." You felt tears come to your eyes once more before wiping them. It's a special night for you and you shouldn't be crying. "I don't want too, but look at them!"

The door opened making y'all's conversation, being cut short.

"Hey babe!" Seth walked over and tried kissing you, but you pushed him slightly. "Hi." You went to your bag and got your gear out. "Hey, so look I know you are going up against Becky tonight, but I don't know who's side I should be on." You froze as you reached for your perfume.

"What?!" Roman yelled. When Roman yells, you know he's serious. "What kind of statement is that?" Dean added.

Seth looked between the his two brothers, confused. "Why are y'all yelling? I don't know if I should support Y/n or Becky." Seth held his hands up in defense. "Dude you shouldn't-" Your voice cut them off from arguing. "It's alright. Make your choice." Your voice cracked at the end of the sentence before you went in the bathroom.

Dean and Roman shook their head in shame. Seth let out a huff before walking out to talk to Becky.

During Match

You were so close. So close to winning, but Baron Corbin's music played, distracting you both. "Oh congratulations on your title shot Y/n. You really deserved it." Becky tried hitting you from behind, but you dodged it. "Y'know, I'm surprised Seth isn't out here with you." The mention of Seth's name slowed you down a little, but you brushed it off.

Baron made his way up the stairs of the ring, but Seth's music blasted around the arena making fans cheer. Seth ran down the ring before brutally, beating Corbin. "Seth what are you doing!?" You yelled. You didn't need him. "What do you mean? I'm helping!" All of a sudden you were caught up in a roll up pin, not too mention, she held onto the ropes without the ref looking.

Becky's music played all over the arena as the red handed her, her title. Your mouth was hanging opened as she raised her hand up in victory. Seth rolled in the ring and looked at you before stepping by Becky's side and raising her hand up. You didn't care anymore. Letting the tears you've been trying to hold in all day, fall. Your boyfriend, the man you loved is holding another girls hand up after 'beating' you.

It didn't help when Becky jumped in his arms and he happily accepted the hug. Honestly, it looked like they were still dating, by the way they were acting. You tried wiping the tears away, but it was almost like a waterfall, never ending. You rolled out the ring and walked back stage. On your way to the top of the ramp, you heard fans telling you that your better and how you should of won, but the title wasn’t what was on your mind.

Seth saw you leaving and quickly grabbed a mic. "Babe where are you going? Are you not gonna congratulate and show good sportsmanship to Becky?" A crew member came from the back handed you a mic. "Congratulate? No Seth, I'm not gonna congratulate her." Becky looked at you from the ring, feeling bad for your teary eyes.

"Why are you acting like this?" You scoffed in disbelief. "Me? Acting like this? No Seth it's you that's been acting different. Ever since you and Becky reconnected you've been blowing me off and I'm your girlfriend, but obviously you care more about you ex than me so I think it's best if we break up."

Gasped echoed around the arena as your voice cracked at the last sentence. Not being able to hold in a sob you realized it. Fans and Becky was feeling bad, but Seth? He was feeling angry. "Are you really breaking up with me because you couldn't win a title?" You looked at him in the ring with hurt in your eyes. "Look if you wanna break up, then so be it!" In that moment he reached over and hugged Becky.

You turned around to walk backstage, but before walking forward you held the mic to you mouth. "Goodbye WWE Universe." Nobody knew what you meant by that until it was informed by Vince himself that you asked for release. You stopped posting on social media and cut off contact with everyone except family.

All fans blamed Seth for your release and the Shield wasn't the same after you left. They shortly broke up after you left. They always agreed 'When one leaves, we all go.' Fans begged for The Shield to come back, but they wouldn't dare without having someone as special as you in the team.

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