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Dean Ambrose/OC (smut): You and Dean have been friends with benefits for a few months now, but as time has gone on, you see him as way more than just a friend. Roman and Seth always insist that Dean is into you, but you know that Dean isn’t interested in you in that way. Or at least, that’s what you thought. (A lot of various smutty scenes plus some fluff because of who I am as a person).

Woah hey this took way longer than expected. Sorry I’ve been so fucking busy, but hopefully now that I have a little more free time I’ll be able to write more! Enjoy!

Tagging: @1dluver13xx @tornsart and @helplessly-nonstop

I let out a content sigh as I settled down onto my couch with my Chinese takeout in front of me, clad in my favorite pajama shorts and an oversized t-shirt. Flipping my T.V. on, I randomly ended up switching to some cooking show that was currently in the middle of demonstrating how to make a rather decadent looking chocolate cake with some kind of filling.

I had the rest of the week off and was planning to spend a good chunk of my time doing not much at all, effective immediately. Traveling and working with WWE got exhausting, between the long car and plane rides and the endless string of hotel rooms, I was grateful for the opportunity to finally be able to relax in my own home and sleep in my own bed.

As I continued to dig into my dinner, making a mental note to maybe do a little more baking soon because damn that cake looked good, a loud banging on my front door reached my ears, causing me to practically jump out of my skin. I sure as hell wasn’t expecting anyone this late, and pretty much all of my friends were usually courteous enough to call or at least text if they were stopping by for a visit.

After waiting a few seconds, the banging continued, this time accompanied by the doorknob jiggling, causing my heart to sink. Whoever was at my door was trying to invite themselves inside. I scurried up off the couch, quietly hurrying over to grab the baseball bat that I kept next to the coatrack by my front door. I lived in a fairly safe neighborhood, but as a female living alone, I knew it was better to be safe than sorry.

Bat in hand, I stood pressed against the wall, straining to listen for something, anything else happening outside my door. The knob continued to jiggle and I could hear the faint sound of what sounded like a man’s voice, mumbling something in frustration that I couldn’t quite understand. After a few more seconds, I whipped the door open, ready to swing at whoever stood there, only to be greeted by the sight of a disgruntled Dean Ambrose.

“Fuckin’ shit doll it’s just me.” Dean’s hands shot up in front of him as he stumbled back a little bit, eyes wide. “Since when do you own a fuckin’ bat?”

“Jesus Christ Dean, you scared the shit out of me! I almost hit you with this!” I groaned, propping the wooden bat back up against the wall. Dean stood outside my door in his usual type of attire; an old pair of faded jeans, black boots, a slightly stained white t-shirt and his black leather jacket. It only took me a second glance to realize that he was wasted, something I could tell not only by the look on his face but by the fact that he could barely stand straight. “You’re drunk, aren’t you?”

He didn’t answer verbally, but instead gave me a sheepish grin, leaning against the doorframe so as to not lose his balance. I grabbed his arm and pulled him inside, amazed that he somehow was able to make it to my front door in one piece. “You’re staying here tonight. There’s no way I’m letting you try to get home like this.”

Dean smirked. “You sure that’s the only reason you want me spendin’ the night baby?” He reached down to give my ass a squeeze, “Not that I’d mind fuckin’ you ‘til mornin’,”

I playfully rolled my eyes and was about to swat his wandering hand away when I noticed the knuckles on both of his hands were badly bloodied. “Shit Dean what the hell happened?” I gently took his right hand in mine, the blood obscuring any chance of me being able to check just how bad the damage was.

He shrugged his shoulders, gaze avoiding mine, something he did when he wasn’t being completely honest or was afraid to tell the truth. “Just some asshole at the bar. Nothin’ you gotta worry yourself about sweetheart.”

I shook my head, helping him to the bathroom, deciding not to press him for the truth right now. “You really expect me not to worry about you? I don’t want you getting in any trouble,” I flipped the handle in the shower on, running my hand under the flowing water to check the temperature. “Get in. I’m going to get you some clean clothes and bandage you up when you’re done.”

“You’re not gonna join me?” Dean shrugged off his leather jacket, a lecherous grin on his face. “I could use some help getting…cleaned up.” He took a staggering step closer to me, biting his lip flirtatiously, deliberately trying to get me to cave. “Or…we could help each other get dirty, babe.”

The sound of our bodies slapping together underneath the stream of hot water echoed throughout my small bathroom as Dean grunted into my ear. “Fuck baby you’re so goddamn tight for me.”

I whined, my arms tightly wrapped around his neck as Dean held me up with my back pressed against the tiled wall as he pounded into me. “Dean please I’m so close!”

He smirked, mouth latching onto my neck, biting down just enough to make it hurt. I knew he’d leave marks that I’d have to cover up in the morning, which was something I not so secretly enjoyed. “C’mon baby, cum for me. Don’t’ wanna run outta hot water again.”

I hurriedly shook off my thoughts of our previous shower experience, giving him a look that could hardly be considered stern, “Go wash up, Dean. I mean it.” Before I could listen to any more of his pleas or attempts to woo me into the shower with him, I walked to my bedroom to fetch him some clean clothes. Dean stayed over so often that it became a habit to make sure that he always had a set or two of clothes around, along with a spare toothbrush.

I had known Dean for a few years, but only began sleeping with him about 5 or 6 months ago, and coincidentally it had started with the both of us being more than a little drunk. We were heading back to the hotel together after a night out with our co-workers and friends, stumbling out of the taxi, through the lobby and into the elevator.

“You alright? You’ve been quiet.” Dean asked, struggling a few seconds before pressing the correct button in the elevator.

“I think I drank too much.” I leaned my head against Dean’s shoulder as we rode the elevator up to our floor.

Dean nudged me once the elevator stopped moving, nodding to the open door. “Not what I meant. You were all happy n’ shit a little while ago, but now you seem sad.” While he wasn’t the most nurturing guy, Dean and I have known each other long enough and spent enough time together to the point where we both know when the other was acting odd. “What’s up?”

“It’s nothing. I’m just being dumb.” I mumbled as Dean and I made our way to the room we were sharing.

Whenever we were on the road, Dean usually was the one that I’d end up rooming with. Not that I didn’t love Roman and Seth, but Roman was way too much of an early bird for my taste and Seth was a night owl who snored like a damn bear. How the two of them roomed together as much as they did, I’ll never know.

Dean grumbled, finally sliding the keycard correctly before opening the door. “You’re not being dumb. Tell me what’s on your mind babe.”

I flopped down onto my bed nearest to the window, surprised when Dean settled down next to me instead of on his own bed (Not that I minded). “It’s just…seeing Miz and Maryse and all the other couples together…gets to me sometimes. I try not to think about it but I just get so fucking lonely, Dean. It’s not like I’m looking for a soul mate or anything but I just want someone to be there, you know? Someone who doesn’t mind the schedule that comes with our line of work; someone who just fucking gets it.”

Dean was quiet and for a minute, I thought my rambling had put him to sleep but he, as gently as he could, wrapped an arm around me, doing his best to comfort me. “Hey it’s alright. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with wantin’ someone to be there. Everyone gets lonely sweetheart. Shit I feel it sometimes too.”

We were both silent again, me mainly because I was doing my damnedest to fight back drunken, over-emotional tears. I didn’t want Dean to see me cry over something so silly.

Suddenly, his arm was no longer around me and instead both of his hands were grasping my face, bringing it level with his so that our eyes met. “Feel free to tell me to fuck off if I’m overstepping here, but…you’re lonely, I’m lonely,” He paused, running his tongue over his bottom lip, almost as if he were choosing his next words carefully. “So let’s do somethin’ about it, sweetheart.”

And the rest, as they say, is history. I had been relieved, to say the least, that the next morning wasn’t awkward or weird between the two of us. Quite the opposite actually, as I discovered after Dean and I practically pounced on each other for another round. Even when we were just friends I absolutely found him attractive, but ever since that night, there was always something a little more there that only seemed to grow as we spent more and more time together. We both knew we didn’t want things getting too weird in the workplace, meaning the only ones who knew of our “relationship” were Seth and Roman. I think we had both eventually wanted to tell the two of them at some point; only we didn’t get the chance to do it ourselves.

“Deaaaaan stop teasing me.” I pouted, squirming beneath him. He was on top of me leaving small kisses (and the occasional bite) down my stomach, conveniently stopping right above my panty line with a devilish smirk on his face.

And instead of going lower like I hoped he would, he rose back up, claiming my lips with his own. “Mmm can’t help that you’re so much fun to tease, sweetheart.” He grinned into the kiss as I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him even closer to me.

We were both usually so careful, since this had been going on for about a month at this point so I’m not sure how it happened, but we both had no time to react when the door to our hotel room opened.

“Hey guys are you-“ As the voice stopped, it felt like everything in the room had as well. My eyes drifted towards the source of the voice to see our dear friend Seth Rollins, frozen in the doorway, eyes wide. I think Dean was so shocked that it didn’t immediately register to him that he was still on top of me.

Seth cleared his throat. “Fuck sorry I uh, just wanted to see if you guys wanted to come to breakfast with us and you both weren’t answering your phones so I-” Seth continued to ramble, his eyes desperately trying to find something, anything else in the room to focus on.

Dean finally snapped out of his daze and in one swift movement, threw himself off of me while tossing a blanket over my barely clothed form, adjusting himself in his boxers to make sure he was covered as well. “Listen it’s not-“

Seth took a step backwards, motioning towards the hall. “I should probably go before-“

“I thought we were getting breakfast! Is Ambrose still asleep?” The teasing voice of our other friend Roman Reigns interrupted Seth.

As I removed the blanket from my head, something Dean did during his haste to cover me, I saw Roman come into view in the doorway as well, his playful grin fading quickly.

His eyes travelled between Dean and I a few times before realizing what was happening, his mouth forming an “oh”.

After what felt like an eternity of silence between the four of us, Roman cleared his throat and gently elbowed Seth, “We’ll let you guys get dressed and meet you there. We’re going to the diner across the street.” With that, the two of them left us to change into something a little more presentable while we quietly freaked out amongst ourselves.

While it began as one of the most awkward breakfasts I’d ever experienced in my life, thankfully things ended on an all right note. Seth profusely apologized, assuring me over and over that he barely saw anything and that Dean had successfully blocked his line of sight, while Roman dryly joked that exchanging extra hotel keycards for “emergencies” wasn’t the best idea.

Dean and I explained briefly how things got started that very first night, while leaving out some of the more X-rated details, of course. I think the worry had quickly shifted from Dean and I being caught to our hooking up causing an uncomfortable dynamic in our friend group, which is something that he and I considered pretty heavily as us sleeping together became more and more frequent. It was definitely something that scared me, the thought of my relationship with any of them, especially Dean, changing for the worse, but Dean and I made a pact that no matter what, we wouldn’t let what we were doing interfere with us being friends.

I made my way back into the bathroom, placing his folded clothes on the edge of the sink, staying quiet so I didn’t have to listen to anymore of his begging. As much as I would have loved joining him in the shower, there was no way him drunkenly trying to lift me against the wall would be a smart idea.

I willed myself not to glance at Dean’s silhouette through the fogged-up glass where he stood, scrubbing his scruffy hair, as I quickly retrieved the first-aid kit from underneath my sink.

I left the bathroom and placed the first aid kit on my coffee table, popping it open to double check that I had what was needed in order to nurse Dean’s “battle wounds”. I walked over to my linen closet, pulled out a spare set of sheets and arranged them on my couch along with a spare pillow.

I heard some shuffling coming from then bathroom and shortly after felt a pair of arms wrap around my midsection. “Mmm you’re gonna make me sleep on the couch baby? Jeez am I really in the doghouse for scarin’ ya?”

“No Dean, you’re taking the bed. I’m sleeping on the couch.” I laughed. “And for the record, I think the only one who was scared was you when you saw the bat.”

He grumbled, ignoring the last part of my sentence. “Why would you wanna do a thing like that when you could be all cuddled up next to me, huh? I’m real comfy, you know.”

Turning around, I saw that, unsurprisingly, Dean chose to forgo the t-shirt I had left him and only wore the black sweatpants. If it were up to him, he’d probably be close to naked as often as possible.

I ignored his words, gesturing towards the couch. “Sit down and let me bandage you up.”

I swore I saw Dean’s face soften for a moment before he plopped down on the couch, holding both of his hands out towards me. “Always takin’ such good care of me.”

I opened my mouth to say something in response but decided against it and took a seat next to him. Upon closer examination, his wounds weren’t nearly as bad as they had appeared since all the blood was washed away. The knuckles on his three middle fingers were all split open, but nothing severe enough that would require any serious medical attention.

“So do you feel like telling me what actually happened?” I glanced up at him only to see that he was eyeing my dinner that lay long abandoned on my coffee table.

Dean let out a “pffft”. “Told you, just some asshole causing trouble. Had to straighten his shit out.”

I gently began to wrap his quickly bruising knuckles, raising a quizzical eyebrow at him. “Somehow I get the feeling that you were causing trouble too. As usual.” I had seen my fair share of Dean getting into brawls at bars, though usually Roman, Seth, or myself (or sometimes a combination of all three of us) are able to stop him before things could get physical.

“Who me? Never.” Dean gave me a lopsided grin, reaching for the fork with his free hand, using it to dig a dumpling out of one of the takeout boxes and popped it in his mouth. “This from that place down the street? Good shit.”

He also dug into some more than likely cold lo mein noodles before I finally finished addressing his wounds. “Alright let’s get you to sleep.” I somehow managed to get him into bed after he ate a few more bites of my dinner. He frowned, giving me his best attempt at puppy dog eyes when I continued to stand next to the bed.

“Dean that’s not fair.” I giggled, unable to hide my amusement. Sober Dean never begged, playfully or otherwise. When I’d tease him about it later on, he’d claim to not remember or flat out deny it. “The only one who begs here is you, doll.”

“C’mon doll, just lay with me? I promise I’ll be on my best behavior.” He held his left hand up while he patted the empty space next to him with his right. “Scout’s honor.”

I let out a sigh as if I were conceding; when in reality it wasn’t that much of a fight for me. I absolutely loved the feeling of being snuggled up against Dean while we slept. Drunk Dean tended to toss and turn like no tomorrow in his sleep, prompting my makeshift bed on the couch, but when he was like this I could never really say no. “Alright boy scout just let me go clean up first.”

Dean flopped down on the bed, grinning victoriously as I made my way back to the kitchen, tossing the empty takeout box into the trash while sticking the leftovers in the fridge.

My phone suddenly buzzed from its place on my counter, the screen showing a message from Seth.

Hey sorry to bug you so late but have you heard from Dean at all?

I “heard” him drunkenly banging on my front door if that’s what you mean.

Shit sorry. Ro and I pried him off some drunken idiot he was kicking the shit out of and turned our backs for a minute. Next thing we know, Dean stumbled off. Had no idea where the hell he went.

It’s cool Seth, he’s crashing here tonight. Honestly, I’m pretty sure he’s already sleeping. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. :)

Thanks a million. He’s lucky he has you around to take care of him. ;) Night.

I rolled my eyes, choosing to ignore Seth’s winky face that he decided to include and silenced my phone for the night. Seth was always a little more brazen whenever he’d tease me about Dean, as opposed to Roman, yet the two of them seemed like they were both a little too eager to play matchmaker.

That was also the second time in the evening where the idea of me “taking care” of Dean came up. I mean, don’t get me wrong, a lot of times I did, especially if I was playing designated driver and Dean drank a little too much. But that’s just what people who care about each other do, right? They take care of each other. And despite me being possibly the more “responsible” one, there were plenty of times where Dean took care of me too. Like when he punched a guy out at the bar for bothering me. Or like the time we were on tour for my birthday, but he still made it a point to order pizza to our hotel room and watch movies with me all night long.

When I got back to the bedroom, as predicted, Dean was already fast asleep, sprawled out smack dab in the middle of the bed, leaving me very little room, despite my bed being queen sized.

I crawled next to him, nudging him over as gently as possible so I could at least get some blanket for myself. “You’re such a handful, you know that?”

A loud snore was the only response I received, as Dean remained unmoving on his back for now.

I rolled my eyes, managing to pull a pillow from his side of the bed, finally making myself comfortable. “You’re lucky I love you.”

I woke up the next morning relatively early with Dean’s arms wrapped tightly around my waist, his front pressed against my back as he softly snored in my ear.

Squirming out of his grip, I made my way to the kitchen and began brewing a pot of coffee. Figuring that Dean would probably wake up feeling like absolute shit, the least I could do was whip the two of us up some breakfast and maybe get him some aspirin if his hangover was that severe. I wasn’t sure exactly how much he had drank last night, but something tells me it was maybe more than usual.

I began getting out the ingredients necessary to make pancakes, Dean’s all-time favorite breakfast food. Although he absolutely loathed waking up early, Dean loved breakfast. Mostly for the food, but partially for the all too familiar sight of me in the kitchen wearing his t-shirt from the night before.

“God damn you feel fuckin’ good baby.” Dean had me bent over the countertop, my cheek pressed against the cool marble as he pounded into me from behind. “This pussy is so fucking tight for me, fuck.”

I let out a whine as his hand ran over my ass, spanking each cheek once before squeezing harshly. “Mmm fuck Dean, harder!”

“Yeah? Want me to fuck you harder baby? What about breakfast? Maybe I should stop.” he teased, having the nerve to slow down, and I almost thought he was going to completely pull out of me and stop all together.

About 5 minutes prior to our current position, I had been brewing a pot of coffee and asking Dean what he wanted to eat for breakfast. Not surprisingly, he had responded with, “you” which I brushed off, but apparently, he wasn’t kidding around this time.

Of course, I slapped his wandering hand away, telling him that he should really eat something, that it’s no good to work out on an empty stomach, that Roman and Seth would be waiting for him. I quickly found myself melting underneath his touch as his lips found their way to my collarbone, his fingers tugging my shorts down my legs, but leaving the oversized white shirt on before angling me over the kitchen counter.

“No! Please don’t stop! Please!” I knew he wanted me to beg. Wanted me to show him how much I really wanted it. We had just started and I already felt myself coming dangerously close to the edge, my hands slid across the smooth marble, desperate to hold onto something.

I could hear him chuckle in response as he promptly sunk his cock back into me as deep as it could go. “God you’re so hot like this. No worries baby, I ain’t stoppin’.”

I quickly snapped out of my thoughts, thankful that I did so before I could accidentally burn our breakfast.

I flipped a few more pancakes, piling them high on a glass plate before bringing them to the table, spraying a cute little whipped cream smiley face on top as a last-minute touch. I usually made plenty since Dean had a pretty hefty appetite, and I knew hungover Dean could be especially ravenous.

As if on cue, Dean stumbled out of the bedroom, hair unruly and sweatpants hanging low on his hips. “Morning darlin’.”

“Morning,” I shot him a smile, pouring him a cup of coffee. “Made your favorite.”

“Well ain’t you just a regular homemaker?” Dean teased, plopping down in his seat, chuckling as I gasped playfully, feigning offense. “Kidding. You’re an angel, thanks.”

We ate in comfortable silence, Dean practically inhaling his pancakes without bothering to fully chew them first, one of the telltale signs of a grown man with a terrible hangover.

I laughed, “Take it easy, I can make more you know. Don’t go choking to death on me.” And leaned forward, wiping away some whipped cream that had found its way onto the corner of his mouth in his stubble. Before I could move back, Dean grabbed my wrist, pulling me so that I was sitting on his lap, noisily sucking the whipped cream off of my finger, eyes locked with mine.

I bit my lip, admittedly finding the sight more than a little arousing as Dean’s free hand slowly crept up my thigh. “I think I’d rather be eatin’ something else right now,”

Suddenly a knock came to my front door, causing Dean to groan into my neck in frustration. “Leave it doll. Please? S’probably nothin’ important.”

I wiggled out of his arms and stood up to answer the door, much to Dean’s (and admittedly my own) disappointment. At my front door stood Roman and Seth, both clearly dressed for the day unlike Dean and myself.

“Ambrose you’re awake and functioning? After last night? I must be dreaming.” Seth cackled and stepped inside, ruffling my hair lightly as he did so.

Roman followed behind him, wrapping an arm around me in a hug, “Thanks for looking after him. Seth and I were worried when he disappeared on us last night.”

I gave the large Samoan’s tattooed arm a squeeze, smiling. “What kind of person would I be if I let this knucklehead stumble home drunk by himself?”

Dean let out a long yawn, “Oh shit. We supposed to train today?” Sure enough, Seth and Roman were all decked out in their typical gym attire of basketball shorts and t-shirts.

“Yeah and we’re gonna be late. Get your ass in gear, Ambrose. Chop chop.” Seth motioned towards the door.

Dean grabbed the clean shirt he had left in the bathroom the night before and tossed it on over his head. “Catch you later, doll.” He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me in for a surprisingly long kiss. “Thanks for breakfast.”

Roman lingered behind as Seth and Dean went out the door, Seth giving me a 10-mile-wide grin as he did. “So…did anything interesting happen last night?”

I shot him a playful look, “I think it’s a little invasive to be asking about my sex life, Ro. But no, just drunk Dean being drunk Dean.”

Roman’s chest rumbled with laughter, “You know what I meant. And believe me, I don’t need to know the…intimate details. Especially after seeing you two almost naked.”

“I do, and the answer is still no, Roman.” He was most likely asking because of the kiss Dean gave me before leaving. It wasn’t unusual for Dean to plant one on me in front of Roman and Seth every so often, but admittedly it was never long or dare I say, loving, like this one had been.

“I just think you’re making a mistake sweetheart. I know for a fact he really cares about you. Don’t you think you should tell him how you feel?” Despite his gentle words, Roman was frowning at me. I knew he didn’t approve of me keeping my feelings from Dean.

I didn’t really want to talk about this much more, mainly because I’d get upset thinking about how Dean will never really want a relationship, not just with me, but with any other girl. “I didn’t say he didn’t care, Ro. I’m just being realistic. Dean isn’t a relationship guy. And that’s fine, I just have to accept that.” I was almost certain that Dean and I were exclusively sleeping with just each other, but the thought of him with anyone else admittedly left a pit in my stomach.

With a disapproving look and a shrug, Roman headed for the door, “I’m just telling you I’ve known Ambrose a long time. And I’ve never seen him with anyone the way he is with you.” And bid me a goodbye, going to join Seth and Dean in the car downstairs.

I tried not to let Roman’s words affect me as I went on with my day, but it was proving to be more difficult than I thought. There was no way Dean felt the same way about me as I did him. He probably just kissed me like that as a “thank you” for taking care of him and making breakfast this morning. Just something that a good friend would do. A really, really good friend.

A few hours passed and after running errands and doing miscellaneous things around the house, my phone buzzed with a text.

Picking up the phone, I saw it was from Dean. He wasn’t much of a texter, so it was a little unusual to say the least. Dean was more of a talk in person type; always frustrated with texting and that he can never show how he really feels. I had recently gotten him to try “facetime” though, which he was surprisingly really excited about, especially since he seemed to loathe the smartphone he received after having a crappy flip phone for the longest time. “You mean I can talk to people face to face without having to deal with them in person!? That’s fuckin’ great, holy shit.” It also helped on nights where we weren’t on the road together but were feeling particularly…needy.

“Shit stop teasing me baby. S’not fair.” Dean’s groan sounded from the other side of the phone as I ran my camera over my body.

I giggled. “I’m not teasing. Just showing you what I bought at the mall today. Nothing wrong with that.” I knew Dean would want to facetime me once he was back at the hotel, so I had picked up a lace, baby pink lingerie set from Victoria’s Secret when I had gone shopping earlier in the day.

“It’s teasing because I ain’t there to rip it off you.” Dean practically growled as I fiddled with the strap of my bra, sliding it slowly down my shoulder, “Can’t wait ‘til this week is over.”

“Hmmm? Why’s that?” I gave him a coy smile, biting my lip as I saw his free hand slide down and grab the now prominent bulge in his jeans.

“I’ll have you all to myself. Then you’re gonna get it, cupcake.”

I stopped myself before my thoughts could wander any further and opened the message.

Doing anything tonight?

Nope, nothing at all. What’s up?

Good. We’re going out to dinner. Wear something fancy.

Ok? Can I at least ask what the occasion is?

Nope. Picking you up at 7.

I raised an eyebrow, knowing full well that he wouldn’t give me any more details, even if I asked. I knew it wasn’t anyone’s birthday, so my mind was a blank at what could be cause for any type of celebration.

It didn’t take me too long to get ready; I didn’t do anything too crazy special with my hair and my makeup was what I usually went with plus some red lipstick as an extra little touch. Going based off of Dean’s decently vague description of “fancy”, I decided to wear a simple, yet elegant off the shoulder black cocktail dress and a pair of matching black heels.

A knock came to my door at a surprisingly punctual 6:58 pm. Dean wasn’t exactly great when it came to being on time for things, so I was surprised to say the least.

I opened the door to see him standing there, wearing a black suit jacket over a gray button-down with dark pants, and a way too large bouquet of pink flowers clasped tightly in his hands.

“Woah. Shit babe, you look amazing.” He held the flowers out to me, a grin on his face. “Here. I know you like pink and all that.”.

“Aww thank you Dean, they’re beautiful.” I took the flowers from him, retreating briefly back to the kitchen. I fished a vase out from under one of the cabinets, quickly filled it with water and placed the bouquet front and center on my coffee table.

Dean held his arm out to me in a rather dramatic fashion, grinning. “Shall we?” We walked down to his car, where he opened the passenger side door for me before sliding into the driver’s seat. “Shit I’m happy I picked you up. Hate driving in this part of town; way too much fucking traffic.” He put the car into drive, lightly grasping my left hand with his right as we pulled onto the road.

Whether it was between hotels in different cities or just around town to meet up with friends, Dean always liked to have me in the car with him while he drove. Mainly because I was able to keep him calm during his frequent bouts of road rage. In more ways than one.

“Ugh Christ doll you’re so fuckin’ good with your mouth…” Dean groaned, his right hand entangled in my hair while the left gripped the steering wheel as my mouth moved up and down on his member. Dean and I were driving to the venue for Monday Night Raw, and he was quite grumpy after sitting in about half an hour of traffic on the highway. Thankfully we were now in a rather rural area on some back roads, and the only car at that.

Usually I could get him to calm down a little just by making sure he didn’t get out of the car and strange whoever was driving in front of us, but today he was particularly on edge. So, I decided to help him de-stress in one of the only ways I knew wouldn’t fail.

I felt a brief stretch of bumpiness on the asphalt beneath us as my tongue worked the head of his cock. “Keep your eyes on the road, Ambrose.” I playfully scolded before he urged me to continue my ministrations.

“Can’t help it when I got something so gorgeous in my lap. Love seein’ that pretty lil’ mouth ‘round my dick.” He hummed, and I could tell he was turning something over in his mind. “You know I could just pull over. So the both of us could have a little fun. Backseats got plenty of room…” I could tell he was grinning as he sang the last part.

I knew he wasn’t wrong; we had wound up with a rather spacious rental this time around. “We’ll be at the hotel soon, Dean. I think you can wait.”

“Mmm but we have over an hour until we get there, sweetheart. Don’t know if I can wait that long.” I felt the car slow down and before I knew it, we had pulled to a stop on the side of the road.

I sat back up, sighing loudly in order to cover up the grin that was creeping onto my face, “If we end up being late, I’m blaming you.” And began to climb into the backseat.

Dean smirked, “The only thing you’ll be blaming me for is when you’re walkin’ funny through the lobby.” And gave my ass a slap before following me. “Now get your ass back there so I can fuck your brains out.”.

“Hey, you in there?” I jolted as Dean lightly shook my shoulder, taking me out of my daydream. We were parked in the lot adjacent to the restaurant.

“Oh jeez, sorry. I was zoning out.” I hoped my face wasn’t as flushed as it felt.

Dean chuckled, thankfully not pressing me any further. “All good. We’re here.”

We got out of the car and made our way towards the restaurant; an all too fancy place that I had never tried, mainly because an occasion had never arisen until now apparently.

We were led over to our table after Dean gave his reservation name. Dean hurriedly pulled my chair out for me, as the waiter left us with our menus.

I was thrown off suddenly as I sat down. It was a table for two. It was pretty common practice for the four of us to go out together, and I had just assumed Seth and Roman were meeting us here, as they usually would. “Are…Roman and Seth not coming?”

I saw a brief look of disappointment flicker across his face and I instantly regretted my words. “Oh. I uh, thought it’d be nice if it were just the two of us tonight, doll. If that’s alright with you?”

I was more than all right with it, but my heart felt like it was beating a mile a minute. “Yeah of course. I’m just so used to being a group of four, you know? Thank god too, you’ve seen the way they eat.” I teased, hopefully lightening the mood. The last thing I wanted was for him to think I didn’t want to be here with him.

Dean smiled at me from across the table as the waiter came back with a bottle of red wine, pouring each of us a glass, giving us a few minutes to decide on what we were ordering. I was about 75% certain Dean didn’t like wine all that much so I wasn’t sure why he requested a bottle be brought.

“Be right back, just wanna wash my hands.” Dean got up and made his way towards the bathrooms.

As I tried to calm myself a little, the realization of this being a “date” of sorts dawning on me, my phone buzzed within my purse. I fished it out, only to be greeted with a text from Roman.

Hope you’re having a good time.

You knew about this!?

The next message came with a picture attached, a selfie of Roman and Seth, sitting in what looked like Seth’s apartment with takeout in front of them, playing video games with Seth’s dog curled up in his lap. You’re eating better than we are. Enjoy your date. ;)

Meanwhile Dean was splashing some water on his face, his phone vibrating in his pocket. Dean hurriedly grabbed the device, seeing that the message was from Seth.

How’s it going?

Great, except that I’m hiding in the bathroom.

For the love of God, the fucking bathroom, Dean?

Can’t help it. I’m fucking nervous.

Trust me man, she’s crazy about you. Just get your ass back out there.

Dinner had gone on relatively well. Dean’s always been a pretty easy guy to talk to, and we found ourselves going on as if we weren’t on what could be considered a date. Not just us hanging out at the bar with other people, or relaxing at my house, but a real, actual, legitimate date. It was like nothing I had ever experienced with a guy, especially not Dean, who let’s face it, usually wasn’t into the whole “wine and dine” thing.

After we finished our meal, Dean paid the bill and we drove back to my place in comfortable silence. Dean lingered at the door, almost as if he were unsure if I was going to invite him in until it actually happened.

“Thank you for everything tonight, Dean,” I smiled as he threw his jacket over one of the chairs in my living room. “Also not that I didn’t enjoy myself, but you never told me what the occasion was?”

Dean chuckled, plopping down onto my couch. “What I ain’t allowed to take you somewhere nice just because I feel like it?”

“Not for nothing but “somewhere nice” is usually my couch with a bottle of whiskey and some burgers and fries.” I giggled, taking a seat next to him and kicked off my heels with a content sigh. It was certainly rare for me to dress up like this, especially with the heels, so being barefoot again was a welcome relief.

Dean put his hand over his heart, as if I had actually hurt his feelings and turned away from me. “Ohhh one fancy dinner and suddenly you’re too good for the best burger joint in town? I see how it is. Last time I take you to any of my favorite places.”

I gasped just as dramatically, “First of all, that’s the absolute worst thing you’ve ever said to me! You know I love their cheese fries!” I tugged his arm so that he faced me again. “I’m trying to be serious, Dean!”

Dean chuckled again, his eyes barely meeting mine. “I know doll, I’m just havin’ a real hard time saying this. Not great at…expressin’ my feelings n’ shit, you know?”

I didn’t respond this time, giving him the silence that I had a feeling he needed in order to say whatever was on his mind.

Dean’s gaze finally met my own as he nervously licked his lips before opening his mouth, “God I just want so much more than…all this. I love driving with you, I love getting drunk and doing stupid shit with you, I love waking up with you next to me. Jesus, I just fuckin’ love you, ok? And I’ve been trying to think of a way to tell you for the longest goddamn time.”

My heart felt as if it were in my throat as he sat there, anxiously wringing his hands together, his eyes finding sudden interest in my living room carpet. I had no idea what to say. I mean, I knew what I wanted to say to him; how I felt absolutely, without a doubt, the same way and that I too had been keeping it to myself for the longest time. “Why did you wait until now to tell me? Why tonight?”

Dean shrugged his shoulders, “You said you weren’t looking for a “soul mate” so I didn’t wanna bring it up. Thought you didn’t want me like that. Thought you weren’t interested. But I just couldn’t hold it in any longer. Felt like I was gonna fuckin’ burst every time I saw you.”

I don’t know why I kept asking so many questions, but I was truly at a loss at the moment, gently gripping his hand. “How long have you felt this way, Dean?”

“Since I first kissed ya, babe. Shit maybe even before that.” I could tell by the smile on his face that he was looking back fondly on the memory, even though it may have been a little fuzzy. “All I know is I fell for ya, real fuckin’ hard. And I just…I had to tell ya. I know it’s a lot for you to take in but-“

I abruptly cut him off by pressing a kiss against his lips, causing a noise of surprise to arise from his throat. The longer I let him talk, the more I knew he would overthink the whole situation, and being that I couldn’t come up with anything to say at the moment, I figured I’d just show him how I felt. Dean seemed to have put two and two together and feverishly returned the kiss, all teeth as he nipped my bottom lip with a low growl.

He pulled away suddenly, practically gasping for air, “You wanna know the real reason I nearly killed that idiot at the bar?” He didn’t wait for me to answer and continued talking. “He was talkin’ about you. Made some gross comments and I lost my shit.” He sounded as if he were nearly out of breath talking, as if he was hurrying to get all of the words out of his mouth before he forgot them. “If Roman and Seth hadn’t held me back I probably would’ve knocked that son of a bitch’s teeth out. That’s why I told you today. Because of all things, that stupid asshole made me realize just how much I fucking care about you, princess.”

Before I could reply, Dean’s lips were against my neck, a rumble sounding deep within his throat. “Not to ruin the moment or anything, but you look fuckin’ smokin’ hot in this dress.” I felt him smirk as his fingers ran down my back, toying with the zipper. “Still wanna get you out of it though.” I could barely hold back the whimper the escaped my lips, chills spreading over my entire body at the sensation of his teeth nipping at the skin near my collarbone.

Dean stood me up and unzipped my dress from behind, slowly kissing down my shoulder blades as he did so, the scruff of his beard rubbing against my skin. “So fuckin’ gorgeous for me darlin’. Always so fuckin’ gorgeous.”

He carefully helped me out of the dress, letting it fall to the floor to pool at my feet, leaving me in only my matching bra and panty set, the plum-colored one I knew he loved. The sentiment that was affirmed by the low groan and the “fuck” he uttered under his breath as he lightly pushed me so I was on the couch, laying on my back.

“Promise I’m gonna take real good care of you, angel.” He positioned himself between my legs, dropping down and running a finger over my clothed core, causing me to shudder. “Least I can do since you’re always takin’ such good care of me.” He didn’t even bother removing my panties, instead simply pulled them to the side, “Gotta taste you, baby. Can’t help myself,” and grinned before leaning forward and burying his face in between my thighs.

I almost jolted off the couch from the contact but Dean’s firm grip on my legs kept me in place. His tongue immediately went to work on my clit, dipping down every so often to run over my folds, gauging his movements based off of how loudly I would moan or gasp in response. “Mmm so nice and wet for me doll.” He glanced up at me as he placed an achingly slow and long lick directly on my clit, grinning as he did so. “This pretty little pussy always so ready for me.”

“Oh fuck Dean!” I cried out, arching against each lick and stroke of his tongue as my hands found their place in his hair, tugging at his light brown locks. The sensation of his mouth on me combined with the slight burn of his facial hair rubbing against my thighs was sending me into sensory overload.

With each swipe of his tongue I felt my orgasm creeping up almost embarrassingly close. Dean must have been able to tell I was close to finishing, stopping to shoot a smirk up at me. “Fuck baby, almost there already?” I chewed my bottom lip, nodding, a blush spreading across my cheeks. I don’t know if I was just way too aroused or if Dean was doing a particularly good job (or maybe it was both), but either way I wasn’t complaining.

Dean seemed incredibly smug, always proud of the wonderfully dirty things he could do with his tongue and mouth. Sometimes, for his idea of “fun” he’d try to see how quickly or how many times he could make me cum. Like it was some sort of accomplishment worth bragging about. Thankfully (at least I hoped) he never did.

“Don’t worry. You know I ain’t gonna let this be your only one.” With that, Dean resumed, his tongue going into overdrive as it circled my clit at a more rapid pace. Dean didn’t take his eyes off of me as my first orgasm ran through me like a freight train, a satisfied “mmm” coming out of him, the vibration drawing one last, loud moan from me.

Dean sat back up, hurriedly tossed his shirt off behind him and undid the buckle on his pants, somehow kicking them off his legs without tripping. I sat up, my legs still a bit shaky, watching as he stripped his boxers off. He seemed downright frantic, as if I would change my mind if he didn’t strip fast enough.

Dean shot me a grin when he saw me admiring his naked form and sat on the couch, pulling me towards him. “Get on top, baby. Wanna watch you. Wanna really look at you when I fuck you.”

With my legs still wobbling, I climbed over so I was straddling him and slowly sunk down onto his cock with very little effort, my eyes fluttering shut as I did so. “Ohhhh fuck.” Dean and I had done this dozens of times, but the feeling of him filling me up was something that I could never get enough of. “God Dean, you feel amazing.”

Dean groaned loudly, his hands immediately grasping my hips as I settled myself in his lap, a knee on either side of him. “Shit just like that, so fuckin’ good, baby. So tight.” Slowly, his hips began to roll against mine, drawing out each and every motion, a stark contrast to the rough, fast-paced sex we would usually have. His movements felt deliberate and calculated, with every thrust brushing up against my core in just the right way.

My fingers dug into his shoulders as he moved me up and down on him, each and every thrust hitting me in just the right spot. “Dean just like that, oh my god.” Though it was more gentle than usual, each of his slow-paced thrusts were sending a jolt of pleasure through my body.

Dean always made me feel sexy when we were together. Sometimes it was with his words, telling me how gorgeous I looked with his cock in my mouth or how good I looked on my hands and knees. Other times the noises I’d elicit from him with my mouth would be the only indication I would need from him. I was always pretty sure of myself when we had sex. But now? It felt like the first time all over again. Only this time I didn’t have the liquid courage of one too many whiskey cokes in me. Just the tangible nervousness that seemed to be lingering in the air.

I didn’t voice these thoughts, but it turned out that I didn’t have to. It seemed as if every word out of Dean’s mouth was some sort of praise of how beautiful I was or how much he loved me. It was like the first time he said it broke the dam and now he couldn’t stop saying it.

Usually, Dean’s mouth would stay attached to my breasts or his face would be buried into my neck, leaving a trail of marks, pausing here and there to whisper filthy things into my ear. But instead, his blue orbs were locked with mine, occasionally squeezing shut every so often as I continued to bounce in his lap, only breaking eye contact when he’d lean in to kiss me.

“God you’re so beautiful. Shit, you’re always beautiful but something about when you’re like this, doll…” he trailed off, slowly thrusting his hips back into me, pressing another soft kiss to my lips. “You are just…so fuckin’ perfect baby.”

I leaned forward, claiming his lips again as another moan escaped me. “Dean please, I’m so fucking close. Don’t make me beg for it, please let me cum.” I was trying desperately to keep it together but failing miserable as my second orgasm was quickly sneaking up on me much faster than I had anticipated. “I need to cum Dean, please. Please?”

“Oh you can cum, baby. I ain’t stoppin’ ‘til you cum for me again.” he chuckled. I could tell by his thrusts becoming more and more shallow and by the look on his face that he was also nearing the edge. He slid his right hand between us, quickly finding my clit and rubbing in small, hurried circles, holding me tightly pressed against him with his other arm. “C’mon gorgeous cum for me just one more time. Show me how god damn pretty you look when you cum all over my dick, baby.”

I bit down on my bottom lip, letting out a cry that was a mix of his name that trailed off into a bout of incoherent moans. Dean growled, slamming me down onto him one last time before spilling himself inside of me, his mouth hanging open slightly. “Holy shit, babe.”

I slid my arms back around his neck, breathing out a laugh as he kissed me again, pressing our foreheads together. It took us both a few minutes before we had the energy to move again, and after separating, Dean scooped me up into his arms, carrying me towards my bedroom. “Lemme go pick those up.” He gestured towards our discarded clothes that littered the living room floor. “I know you hate when I leave my clothes all over the place.” He wasn’t wrong; I never let him hear the end of it if we’re at his place and he hasn’t done his laundry, which is more often than not.

Dean laid me down in the middle of the bed and retreated briefly back into the living room to clean up.

I stood up, my legs still slightly trembling as I walked over to my drawer, grabbing a pair of panties and one of Dean’s shirts to sleep in. I had a feeling he’d protest seeing me in clothes, thoroughly enjoying having me naked next to him in bed.

Instead, Dean walked into the room in the middle of me changing, wolf whistling as I pulled his shirt over my head. “Well ain’t you lookin’ cute.” Dean grinned, pulling a clean pair of boxers on before flopping into bed. “Starting to think you should only be allowed to wear my clothes from now on.”

I crawled into bed next to him, adjusting so that my head laid against his chest. I closed my eyes, ready to fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat, which sounded as if it was just slowing down to a normal speed.

I could feel Dean fumbling around for a few seconds with the arm that wasn’t around me, and I assumed he was being a saint and shutting my alarm for the next day. I heard him mumble to himself a few times before I heard a loud, familiar cackle followed by Dean’s “Oh shit”.

I opened my eyes and discovered what the issue was. Dean, phone in hand, had apparently facetimed Seth in what I can only assume was an accident. “Fuck I was trying to text you how the fuck-“ Despite him sort of having the hang of it, I was really going to have to teach him how to use his new phone properly someday.

“Well I was gonna ask you how dinner went but I can see that ya’ll just finished dessert.” Seth laughed again. “Also, thanks for not being naked by the way. Was worried I’d have to throw my phone to make sure I didn’t see anything I shouldn’t.”

I groaned, taking a handful of covers and pulling them over my head. “Can’t this wait until tomorrow, Seth?”

Dean cleared his throat and I could tell by the way he was speaking that he had the biggest grin on his face. “My bad, meant to text you.” Dean tugged the covers back down so that I could see him again. “You cool with me telling him, babe?”

“If he hasn’t figured it out already then be my guest.” I nudged his arm over slightly so that I could get comfortable again.

“What’s up? What did you guys-“ Seth’s eyes suddenly widened with the realization of what Dean and I were implying. “Oh no. No way. Are you fucking serious!? Holy shit man, finally! You hear that, Roman!?” Seth was practically shouting at this point, hurriedly passing the phone to Roman.

“About damn time, uce. Between the two of you being so damn stubborn I almost thought it’d never happen.” The large Samoan grinned at us from the other side of the screen. “And I’m also happy you two are halfway decent this time.”

Dean shooed the two of them off facetime after another minute with the promise of catching up over lunch tomorrow and tossed his phone off to the side. “Shit sorry ‘bout that angel. As you can tell, I’m still sorta gettin’ used to the whole “smartphone” thing.”

I laughed, “All good. We were going to have to tell them at some point. And like they said, at least we both had a little more on.” I quirked an eyebrow at him.

“Hey don’t gimme that look, babe! I had you covered last time, didn’t I?” Dean scratched his stubble, grinning sheepishly.

I gave his hand a squeeze, smiling at him softly. “Mmhm. Always taking care of me.” As I readjusted in his arms, a rather large realization suddenly dawned on me. “Oh my gosh!”

Dean raised an eyebrow at my exclamation as he pulled the sheets up over our bodies, “You good babe? What’s up?”

“I just realized I never said it back! What’s wrong with me!?” I quickly scrambled so that I was sitting back up and grasped his face in my hands, peppering small kisses all over his cheeks and lips. “I love you too, Dean. So so so much.” Finally saying it out loud and seeing the look on his face when I said it was something that made me happier than I could ever imagine. Not having to hold it in every single time I was with him filled me with relief beyond compare.

Dean let out a laugh, “S’ok. Figured it was sorta implied. Jesus how’d I get so fuckin’ lucky huh?” and kissed me again as I settled back into his arms. “Let’s get some sleep baby. Been a long ass day.” As my eyes shut, I felt him lean in, whispering in my ear, “Gonna be takin’ care of you for a long time, so get used to it doll.”

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medusa-says-imagines · 6 years

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Reconnect- Dean Ambrose

Request- Dean and the reader were best friends and high school sweethearts, but they lost contact when he left for his career. Renee helps the two of you gain closure and become friends again, even though Dean is married to her.

When my friend from college, Renee, told me she was getting married to a man named Dean, I said good for her, and just thought back to a man that I once knew back in high school, seemingly a lifetime ago. We were high school sweethearts, with us only parting for him to leave for his career. I couldn’t tell him no, because before we were even dated… we were best friends.

Over the years we lost touch. Obviously, I wasn’t still heartbroken over him. We broke up a decade ago, but I still miss my best friend. Sometimes I think back to the nights when my mom drank a little too much, or my dad stayed out a little too late, and he was always there. He was there when I fought with my body image issues, and I could only think to imagine that he would have been there when I fought with addiction as well. (I am finally clean, I’ve been sober for two years now).

Of course, I was completely shocked to find out that my Dean was her Dean. It really was a small world after all. I had brought up that Dean and I were friends in high school and even dated at one time. We joked about his bad habits, that he still must have had, and I could tell the gears were turning.

“Y/N come on, I’m in town, you have to come out.” Renee pleaded through the phone.

“Ren, as much as I would like to, I have an article to write and interviews to transcribe.” I told her. “Plus it’s really not a good idea for me to go out to any bars.” I said, rolling my eyes.

“We’re at the one on Lawford. The one with the outdoor patio, so you won’t be around everyone drinking.” She reassured.

“Ren, no, go have fun. You don’t have to accommodate me.” I scolded her.

“Please, Y/N? It’s no bother really.” She said.

“Fine. I’ll meet you in thirty.” I said, rolling my eyes. I knew what she was doing. She was trying to get me to meet Dean all over again. I was nervous, and tried to use the bar as an excuse… even though I actually had no problem with alcohol. I had a problem with pills. I closed my laptop, dropping my phone on the table before heading back into my bedroom so I could change.

I didn’t dress to casual, but nothing too fancy either. I pulled on a pair of black shorts, and a white shirt that cut off at my elbows, that I paired with a black vest. The outfit showed off my tattoos that I didn’t always get to show off because of work. I pulled on a pair of red vans, then combed through my hair. I wiped my face clean of makeup, deciding not to wear any, before I grabbed my bag, and shoved my wallet and phone inside, before heading out, locking up my townhouse as I went.

Lawford was only a few blocks away from my house, so I decided to walk, and I easily spotted Renee out on the patio. I showed the bouncer my ID, before I walked over to her. “Oh my god you’re actually here!” she cheered, standing up, and giving me a hug. “You look good, you really do. I’m proud of you.” She said.

“Thank you, so do you.” I said, smiling, and taking a seat. “Ren, are you sure you want to do this?” I asked her.

“Of course, Y/N. You guys were best friends. You helped him through a lot, and I know he helped you.” She said.

“This is all really thoughtful, Renee.” I said, giving her a genuine smile.

“Well, what else can I do? You were one of the very few people who didn’t look at me like I was crazy. You pushed me to do what I wanted with the WWE, never once did you tell me that I couldn’t do it. I owe you that.” She said.

“Oh, don’t get so sappy on me, Ren. Pretty sure I was high most of college.” I said, shrugging. She stared blankly at me, and I just shrugged.

“I still appreciate it.” She said.

“So where is everyone?” I asked.

“Dean is inside with the guys getting drinks. I told him to get you a water.” She said.

“Thanks, even though technically I don’t have an issue with alcohol.” I said. She laughed, and nodded her head.

“I am more than aware of that, Y/N.” she said, laughing. I rolled my eyes at her, and I stiffened when the door opened, and outpoured quite a few guys, along with Dean. I nervously bit my lip, and fought back the urge to flee, even though we have talked on the phone a couple of times the past few weeks.

Everyone sat down around us, and Renee introduced me to everyone. I waved slightly, and gave everyone a kind smile. Once the interest of me wore off, everyone split off into their own conversations, and Dean and Renee caught my attention. “So, Y/N, um, Renee told me about that you majored in journalism?” Dean asked.

“Hm, yeah. I work for various magazines as a contract writer. I do interviews stuff like that. Particularly about places where I’ve traveled.” I said, shrugging.

“You travel a lot?” he asked.

“Yeah, my main job, I’m a motivational speaker.” I said, biting my lip.

“Oh, that’s neat, what do you talk about?” he asked.

I cleared my throat, and shifted uncomfortably in my seat. “Um, about drug addiction. My personal experience, where to find help, how to get help, and help others.” I said, awkwardly. I felt someone’s eyes on me, and I looked up to see someone with longish hair, and neck tattoos giving me a curious look.

“How long have you been sober?” Dean asked, drawing my attention back to him.

“Officially without relapses 2 years. It’s something that I struggled with since college.” I told him.

“If I’d had known-“ he tried, but I held up my hand.

“No, D, no. There’s nothing you could have done to help. For the longest time, I thought that you would be a magic fix, but that was a foolish assumption. I had to want it. I had to want to be in control of my life again.” I told him.

“But you’re okay though, right?” he asked.

“Okay is a subjective term, but yes. I’m okay. It’s been hard to adjust, but I’m fine now. I’m a well adjusted individual.” I joked, shaking my head.

“Well. You would be pleased to know that I haven’t done any matches with broken glass lately.” Dean joked, obviously sensing my discomfort with the current topic.

“Thank you for that.” Renee grumbled. I laughed at that. “I don’t know how you did it, Y/N.” she said, laughing.

“With difficulty. But hey, I learned how to give someone stitches, so if you ever need some let me know.” I teased, winking.

“That’s not… That’s not a skill that you should be proud of.” Renee joked, shaking her head.

“In her defense, her’s are even. Mine aren’t.” Dean teased.

“Idiots. The both of you, I swear.” Renee teased us.

“Eh, we’ve been called worse.” I said, laughing. Dean cracked up at this, and shook his head.

We spent the night telling Renee our insane stories about traveling around together and all of our adventures together, while Renee and I told Dean about our adventures in college. They told me some of their own travel stories, and I told them mine.

I have my best friend back, and I couldn’t be happier.

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Injury Via Rookie Mistake - Triple H

A newbie not reading the script isn't good at the best of times. It's worse when the move hits you, which if they had read the script they would know you do not take bumps.

Requested by CalmClearSkies on AO3 Originally posted to Archive Of Our Own ------------------------

"Have you had any spinal damage before, Y/n?" "I've had issues, you could say that." You try and laugh, trying to ease the discomfort you're in.

You retired from wrestling far earlier than you'd hoped, your spine becoming an unexpected issue. Despite this you had stuck with the WWE, Vince wanting to keep you.

And so you became a manager for your partner, Triple H. You'd also usually sit and do commentary for his matching, wanting to be well out of the way. Sure, you'd gotten caught in the crossfire more than a few times, although you had never participated in anything that could potentially injure you. You didn't want that, Hunter didn't want that and neither did Vince.

Unfortunately, due to scheduling issues, tonight Vince had been forced to send new talent out to the ring. They weren't well knowledged about WWE, or wrestling as a whole.

They seemed to take issue when Hunter snatched the mic from them.. a planned part, although it clearly wasn't expected by the newbie. At that point you wondered whether they had read the script, whether they knew what they were supposed to be doing at all. You worried that it wasn't safe for them to be in the ring.. something that turned out to be right.

Like usual you had gone to block their path up to the ramp, another scripted part of the segment. Another part they didn't take kindly to. One poorly executed swinging neckbreaker later and you were on the floor in a considerable amount of pain, far more than most would be in.

"Get out, go! Never come back." Hunter had yelled as he stood above you. Those were words he meant, you knew he would make sure that he never came back.

Hunter had crouched down, asking if you were okay. He knew the answer before he had your response, crossing his arms over his head to signal for an emergency response just incase the medics in the back weren't already on it.

You hadn't been able to see them from your position on the floor, not until they were surrounding you. "We're going to go slow okay?" You nod, understanding that they have to get you on the stretcher and to the back to be checked over. You're hurt, you're in pain, but you know it's not serious. You can still feel your limbs, you're still conscious. You're fully alert. Once they lift the stretcher Hunter takes your hand, holding it firmly as you're brought to back.

You look up at him, a concerned look adorns his features. He's not looking down at you, but you know that you're what's on his mind.

It doesn't take long for you to be in the trainers room, Hunter having broken off from you to go to the locker room. "I'm going to go get your painkillers, okay? I'll be back soon." You hoped he would be, for both of your sakes.

After many questions and some prodding and poking anything serious is ruled out. Between the pain you deal with on a regular basis anyway and the wrong execution of the move (plus the fact you're not supposed to take bumps at all) your spine, and moreso the muscles attached to it, are not feeling a okay.

You're glad it's not serious, but promise that you'll go to the hospital if it worsens.

"I'm here, I'm sorry it took so long I ran into Vince." Hunter explains unnecessarily. He walks over, leaning over you and placing a tender kiss on your forehead. "What's the verdict then?" He asks, helping you up into a seated position before handing you a fresh bottle of water.

You take the painkillers, explaining the situation to Hunter, who looks relieved to say the least. "I'm glad that it's not serious. I was so worried when you just laid there. I'm sorry that I couldn't stop him."

"It's okay, it was clear he didn't thoroughly read the script. He got through his lines then went about everything wrong. If he had read it he would have known that I'm not to take bumps." "I know. It was a stupid mistake though. He shouldn't have been allowed out before he was ready." You reach out, gesturing for his hand.

"It's not your fault Hunter. A mistake was made, I'm going to be okay." You smile at him, hoping that he feels reassured. His smile back, albeit small, lets you know that you were successful. He gently rubs the back of your hand with his thumb, patiently waiting with you while your painkillers kick in.

A good 25 minutes later and you finally feel as if you can walk comfortably, the painkillers well and truly doing their job. Hunter helps you up and off of the bed, making sure that you're well supported. Although you're not in as much pain you're still uncomfortable, your back is still sore, something both of you know.

He lets you lean into him, not that he doesn't normally, helping you out of the room by adding that little bit more stability.

Outside the room there is a small gathering of people, all having come to make sure that you're okay. After a quick thank you and letting people know you'll be fine most everyone clears off.

A couple people ask if there's anything they can do for you, to which you find no answer to and let them know that you'll be okay. You do have Hunter after all.

"We're glad you're okay." A voice calls from a dark corner once the hall is empty. "It certainly wasn't fun to watch." Another adds. "And we got the guy, took him to Vince. He was fired on the spot." The final member states.

"Vince certainly has a soft spot for you." The second man states. "How you do it we're not sure. Hunter is enough for us." "Alright boys that's enough." Hunter says, bringing the three Shield members out of hiding. "Thank you for going and getting him, I saw the look on his face and knew he was just going to leave."

"It's no problem, anything for Y/n. She treats us well." You smile at Roman's words, knowing full well that he means it.

"I appreciate it boys." The three of them grinning. "Oh, Vince told us to tell you both not to come to Smackdown. He wants you to have the rest of the week to heal up before the segment that was meant to happen." Seth says.

"Thanks for letting us know, I'll call you when I know what's next for you three, it'll likely be Thursday." The hounds nod.

"I'll see you next week then boys." You smile. "See you next week Y/n, good luck spending your time with Hunter. I wouldn't want to." Dean calls after you as Hunter and you walk away. You look at Hunter, who's facial expression reads mildly annoyed but very much amused.

"Don't worry, I enjoy your presence." He turns his head to look at you. "I know you do, and it's a good job because I'm not letting you do a thing while you rest up. That means you'll have plenty of my presence." He states jokingly.

Despite his obvious jest your response is serious. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

#wwe #wwe fic #oneshot #triple h #dean ambrose #seth rollins #roman reigns #newbie mistake #spinal injury #injury #mentions of painkillers

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moxfirefly · 2 years

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BABE! You already know what I’m requesting. 😜 don’t care what it is. Smut, snuggles, all of it. Wybrose babyyyyy. P.S. I love you!!

How exciting! It’s been a while since I’ve written for them so I took the liberty of picking a perfect prompt for those two. Think I’m gonna Shield/Wyatt Fam era.

Rated Fluffy/Feels?

touching foreheads

There was never a timeline where it could end well between the two of them.

Not those younger years in jean jackets and sweet smiles.

Not those years were the hate consumed and demons possessed.

Not even in the foreseeable future where it all got sour and just ever so nuttier.

So Dean doesn’t have much to process.

Bray doesn’t have much to loose.

Not yet anyways.

For now it’s an intricate and violent game of tag. Where Dean is crazy to get his hands on Bray in every sense of the word.

And Bray doesn’t mind.

Doesn’t mind watching Dean trip over his second guesses. Doesn’t mind how the other man seeks him out in the darken corners of the arenas. He likes to see desperation dance in those pretty eyes, loves to watch the twitch of his muscles as he saves face.

So when Dean gets right up on his face, trying to egg him on into pushing first, Bray simply smiles, let’s his forehead rest against Dean’s and digs a hole for himself in the other man’s heart.

“Silly little lamb” He whispers low enough for Dean’s glare to twitch, dimples in his cheeks to show.

There isn’t a timeline where this ends well.

Dean grins, he can’t fucking help it. He digs his forehead closer, crazed look in his eyes and a need to palpable to just shove Bray into another darkened corner. “Fucking prick” Is all he can push out as he does just that, pushes Bray away from any potential eyes.

He loves this.

#ask #bolieveinthebuzzrdsoftheshield #a little short but I’m just warming up with them #wybrose #bray wyatt #dean ambrose #writing prompts #touch prompts #requested oneshot

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imaginesethrollins · 7 years

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Walkers Street (Final Part Aka Part 5)

A/N: I’d like to apologize that I’m an asshole and didn’t update it for almost two weeks?? I had rewritten this like three times and it was driving me crazy ahahahaha...ha...ha...*Clears throat* Anyway. Then I was just busy and just couldn’t sit down and write it how I wanted it. Also I didn’t feel like it would be fair to give any of you some have assessed part.

Masterlist to WAU and Pervious Part: WAU, Part 4

Summary: You think I’m really gone give you one...Ha...No.

Warning: Swearing, Violence

Word Count: 3000+

Tags: @panda-girl1999 & @lost-in-the-stories

You flinched as the bat swung over Elias’ head. Sting chuckled as Elias shuddered. “Did you fucking fools think that you would be the one’s to be punished? Ha! You are all going to watch as someone else gets beat to fuck for your mistakes!”

Sting turned on his heel and looked at everyone else. He slowly paced back and forth, his bat scraping against the pavement. Then he stopped, the bat was in front of Aj. “Well, well, well. It seems as though my bat picked you!”

Before Sting could raise the bat any higher in the air, you jumped up and wrapped your arms around his neck from behind. He toppled back and fell on top of you. You wrapped your legs around his waist and tighten your choke hold on his neck.

Shouting began and things like, “Now!” “Everyone else stay down!” “Get off him!” and, “Get the guns!” were being directed around the small area, but none of it made you release your hold even as Sting shrugged in your grasp.

You could hear gunfire and when you looked were Aj would have been, he was gone as was everyone else. No one fired a single shot at you, far too afraid they’d shot Sting. Through one guy was pointing a gun at you, but Seth came up behind him and hit him over the head with Sting’s bat.

“Let go of him! We need to leave!” They rest of Stings men were shooting at your group and trying to round them back up, so far, none of them were successful.

You released your hold and shoved him off your before rolling to your feet. Sting placed his hands on his neck and coughed, threatening he was going to kill you. Seth grabbed your hand and began running, pulling you behind him. Shots were firing at your feet, barely missing you by inches. You both hid behind a truck. Dean and Aj were waiting there.

“What the fuck was that!?” Aj hissed, cocking a large shotgun. “You wanted to die like that!?!” Seth grabbed a pistol out of Dean’s hand and checked the clip. “If it meant everyone else getting out alive then yes!”

“Well, you’ll have to get the fuck over it! I was going to let you die!” Seth shoved the gun into your hand. “You guys going to make a b-line for that truck there-“ Seth pointed towards a large truck that was parked in the corner of the lot.

“What about a gun for you?” You asked, looking at Seth. He bit his top lip. “Seth…You’re coming to the truck right?” Dean looked away checking around the side of the car as the gunfire started up again.

“Y/n…Listen, I love you with everything I have to give…I want you to live and if that means me staying behind to distract them…Then I’ll do it.”

You shook your head. “Don’t do this to me…” Dean looked back to you. “We need to go now if we have any chance of getting out of here alive.”

Seth cupped your cheek and leaned forward, kissing your forehead. “If I get out alive…I will find you.” He kissed your one last time on the lips and brushed his nose against yours. “I love you.”

He stood and tears rolled down your cheeks. “Please, Seth…” He took a deep breath and stepped out behind the truck. Gunfire began ringing out as Seth sprinted the opposite way of the truck. Aj grabbed your arm. “Come on!”

It was like everything was in slow motion. Bullets were flying past you and at your feet. Dean was shouting, “Suck my dick! You bunch assholes!”

You looked behind you and watched Seth wave his arms in the air before running away from the men that chased him, it looked like he was laughing.

Aj pulled open the door and shoved you towards it. “Get in!” You stumbled into the truck and a sobbed escaped you as you watched a bullet rip through Seth’s shoulder. Aj pushed you further into the truck and shut the door behind him

The truck rumbled to life as Seth was tackled to the ground. Aj wrapped his arm around you as you continued to watch Seth being pulled to his knees and Sting stepping in front of him. The bat was raised above his head.

Dean took off, the truck breaking through the chainlink fence. Some walkers were stumbling towards it but Dean drove the truck right into them, the monsteras truck wheels having no problem running over them. You sobbed into Aj’s chest and his arm tightened around you.

You have no idea how long you had been on the move for. Dean hadn’t stopped driving the truck until it ran out of gas and after that you had all just moved on to a new car, driving it until there was nothing left in that one either.

Now the three of you were on foot. You had managed to scrap up enough supplies from any gas station and convenient store you came across.

You walk behind Dean and Aj in the tree line. Just far enough inside the trees that anyone in a car wouldn’t be able to see you at first or second glance.

You looked around and had this feeling like you knew where you were. As you continued to walk everything was becoming more familiar.

You heard the quiet chit chatter coming from Aj and Dean as the walked ahead of you, their hands resting on their weapons.

“Oh my God…” You whispered. You began walking across the road, ignoring Aj calling after you. You ducked under tree branches and stepped over roots as you pushed further into the forest.

“Y/n!? Where are you going!?” Dean called after you. You continued to push further in, sidestepping a walker that tried to grab you.

You break through the trees and stand there for a long moment. Dean comes up behind you and Aj behind him. “The cabin…” Dean whispers. You unsheathe your knife and moved towards the cabin.

You push the door open and look inside. You boots loudly thud against the wooden floors as you walk to the hall where Seth’s room once was. You slowly open the door and stand there.

It was just the same. The sweatpants folded on the dresser, the unmade bed. A few of Seth’s arrows sat on the nightstand.

You wondered what happened to his crossbow. Had he left it behind at Riverside? Walking further into the room, you could feel the tears welled in your eyes.

You picked one of the arrows up and a single tear rolled down your cheek. You hadn’t let yourself cry much since you left the city.

You weren’t sure how long it had been. A couple of weeks maybe a month or so, but you knew how much was bottled up inside you.

Aj said he didn’t want to leave the state just yet. He wanted to wait a little longer. He was still in hope that someone else could’ve survived and maybe was looking for you guys.

You had zero hope. You knew that if anyone else had gotten out that they ran just like you three had, without looking back. You allowed yourself to fall into the mattress. Dean stood in the doorway, watching as you curled yourself into a ball.

Aj looked into the room and let out a sigh. “So…I take it this is where you guys met?” Dean frowned, ignored Aj and walked into the room, laying down beside you. Dean rolled you over towards him and let you bury your face into his chest and sob.

You hadn’t slept much. You would always take first watch, second even. At first, the both would fight with you about not sleeping, but once they saw why you didn’t sleep, they no longer fought with you over it.

You would wake up screaming Seth’s name and when he wasn’t there, you would begin sobbing, hands fisting in your hair as you sobbed out his name. After they both experienced that, they would just tell you to wake them if you found yourself falling asleep.

They also realized that when you woke them because you were tired, you would actually sleep, there was no screaming, no crying. It was just you curled into a ball in the front seat of the car, sleeping.

Dean took the way you were the hardest. Watching you lose who yourself began taking a toll on him. He would try everything to get you to smile. Most of the time you held a blank stare and a clenched jaw.

Dean stroked your hair as you cried into his chest, asking, “Why?” “Why did he do that?”

Both Dean and Aj agreed on staying at the cabin until you could siphon gas and get enough supplies together. No one spoke up about where it was that you’d all be going, you just all agreed that you wanted out of this place.

You had yet to leave the bed once. Dean and Aj had left a little while ago to search for supplies. They begged you to come along but you couldn’t even muster up the energy to say no.

Your head was resting against a t-shirt that once was Seth’s. You stared blankly ahead at one of his arrows. Your eyes were dry and it hurt every time you blinked. You had cried for days. Mostly through the nights until you fell asleep.

Dean had given up on trying to comfort you after the second day there. Aj tried to give you space, but fail. Seeing as every night he would end up coming in and laying by you until you had finally cried yourself to sleep.

You heard the front door open and squeak shut. Heavy footsteps sounded in the living room before making their way down the hall. Your bedroom door opened and your eyes flickered.

Dean was standing there, shirtless, his bloody shirt hanging over his shoulder. “We’re back…Are you hungry?” You shrugged. “Why don’t you come out here and eat tonight? You need to leave this room. Even if it’s just for tonight.”

You slowly sat up and sat on the edge of your bed for a moment before standing up. You followed Dean out into the living room. Aj was standing in the small kitchen, cooking something on a camping stove. “Hey…”

You walked over to the door and pushed the screen door open, stepping out onto the porch. You sat down on the steps and looked at the small clearing. The grass was overgrown and wildflowers were sprouting up everywhere.

While you watched the grass blow in the evening wind, you heard a distant voice calling your name. You look over your shoulder to see if it was Dean or Aj, but it wasn’t. You shook your head.

As you continued to look around, you could hear the voice, it was faint and you could’ve sworn it was Seth’s voice. “Where are you?” You jerked your head to the left. That was definitely Seth’s voice. You closed your eyes tightly and shook your head. “I’ve gone off the deep end…”

“Y/n…Where are you?” Tears welled in your eyes. His voice was crystal clear. “The cabin…” You whispered, eyes looking around frantically. “I’m at the cabin…Safe and sound.”

The door squeaking behind you caused you to quickly blink back the tears and stand. “I was just coming in…” You said, brushing past Dean.

You grabbed onto a tree branch, your boots pressing against the body of the tree. You could hear Dean and Aj bickering on the porch of the cabin over what road was the best to take out of the state.

You swung your leg over a branch and pressed your back against the tree. Every night you could hear Seth’s voice telling you he was coming for you…Coming to get you.

You knew it just your mind playing tricks on you. Some weird coping thing. It never stopped you from holding onto hope. You let your shoulders drop and let out a sigh as you looked up into the Leafs.

You heard the rustling of leafs but shrugged it off to the wind that just seemed to kick up. The air was fresh and breezy. It must be spring time.

The crack of a stick grabbed your attention. You looked down and watched the ground while flickering your eyes over to the guys every few seconds.

A walker came stumbling out of the woods, groaning loudly. You felt yourself fill with disappointment. You knew it was a long shot- an imposable shot- that Seth lived, but still, you hoped.

Dean hopped over the railing and raised an axe up high, but before he could sink the axe into its head, an arrow pierced its head. Your body froze. Had those crazy bastards found you?

You unholstered your gun and waited for someone to emerged from the trees. A small figure came sprinting out from the trees and slammed into Dean’s legs, arms wrapping around his waist. It was Jason. Dean froze and Aj raised a gun as Elias came from the trees, hands held high.

“I’m not here to hurt you! I bring no harm…” Your eyes filled with tears as you stared at Jason and Elias…They lived. They were here. You watched Aj lower his gun and stare off behind Elias.

You look down and suddenly you feel goosebumps litter your skin. Seth stood there, crossbow held in his hands, clothes filled with blood, hair pulled away from his face and once again his beard far too overgrown.

He walks further in and Dean is the first to move towards him, hugging him tightly. Seth let the crossbow fall to the ground as he hugs him back.

You wanted to move, to swing yourself from the tree, but you couldn’t muster any of your muscles to move. You hear more rustling in the trees and you watch as Tyler emerges next.

“Where is Y/n?” Seth asked, looking around. “Y/n isn’t…” Dean shook his head. “No! Y/n is in-“ “Up here…” You say.

Seth whorls around. You force your body to move down the tree. Tyler reaches out and grabs Jason before he could lunge himself at you in excitement.

Seth moves forward and pulls you against his chest. He buries his face in your hair and you let out a sob, one that breaks Seth’s, heart.

Seth cups the back of your head and tightens his arm around your waist. Tears filling his own eyes and falling down his cheeks. Your arms created an iron cage around him, not allowing him to move even an inch away from you.

“If this is a dream, I don’t want to ever wake up…” Seth shook his head. “It isn’t a dream, Y/n. It’s real. I’m here.” You pull just enough away to look at him, even with tears clouding your eyes you could still see his handsome face.

Seth brushes away the tears and leans forward, pressing a kiss to your lips. “I’m here.”

That night you lay curled up against Seth’s side, your face pressed against his chest. Everyone decided to stay at the cabin one more night and leave just before dawn.

Elias and Jason took Dean’s room across from you, Dean took the couch, he wanted to make sure Jason had a bed. Tyler laid out a few pillows and blankets on the floor in the living room, happy to be somewhere that wasn’t a car or the woods, even if it was for just one night.

You could hear Jason jumping on the bed, it continued to squeak even after Elias told him to stop and that people were sleeping. It made a small smile spread on your face. You looked up at Seth as he lay peacefully beside you. “How’d you know we’d be here? And…How did you get out of there alive?”

Seth looked down at you. “Tyler…He got hold of one of their guns and as Sting was going to swing the bat, he shot him in the shoulder. Everyone freaked the fuck out and covered him, running him towards a truck of some sort as he swore and called us crazy. Cause we’re the crazy ones right?”

“We got Jason out of the abandoned car after Tyler helped me up. I didn’t want to leave without him, without knowing he was safe at the very least. Elias shot one of the goons that were coming up behind us. He too was coming for Jason…”

“We took one of their trucks and waited a few moments, hoping that someone else had seen us, but there were walkers coming in…Tyler didn’t want to wait any longer after he had seen Fandango and Baron get ambushed by walkers and Tye get shot by one of the remaining goons.”

You sat up and turned your body towards him. You look at the bandaged spot on his shoulder. You place a hand on it, gently stroking it.

“Elias said I was lucky that I lived…That my will to live must’ve been what kept me going cause I should’ve died��Anyone else would’ve in this world without real medical attention.”

“I ended up going back to Riverside with them…Just for a few days…I was hoping you were there. You weren’t. Obviously. I warned them about those assholes and demand my crossbow back. Fucking dicks tried to keep it.”

You smiled a little. “I thought for sure Elias was going to stay, with the kid and all. But he said he owed you, he owed us. Tyler didn’t want to stay behind, that you were the only person he knew from his old life…So we all set out to find you.”

You looked down at your hand in his and frowned. “How’d you know we were here?” Seth shrugged. “Lucky guess.” You looked at him now and shook your head. “How’d you know?” He sighed. “You’re going to think I’m crazy…”

He laughed. “While in Riverside I…I woke up one night, calling your name, asking where you were…And then I heard your voice telling me you were at the cabin…Safe and sound. So I said I was leaving and as I told you, everyone else came.”

You let out a breathy laugh. “I heard you voice asking…I was sitting on the porch when I heard it…I thought I had gone crazy but I answered…Then other times I heard your voice telling me you were coming for me…I really thought I had gone crazy.”

Seth sat up and pulled your near him, his lips pressing against yours. You rested your forehead against him as tears filled your eyes. “Never do that again…Never.” Seth shook his head ever so slightly. “I won’t. Never, ever again.”

He kissed you again. “I love you, Y/n.” “I love you too, Seth.”

#seth rollins imagine #seth rollins oneshot #seth rollins x reader #dean ambrose imagine #dean ambrose oneshot #dean ambrose x reader #aj styles imagine #aj styles oneshot #aj styles x reader #elias samson x reader #elias samson imagine #wwe imagine #wwe oneshot #queued fic

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nissanmaxima · 6 years

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Mixed Match Magic

A/N: Yes, The Lunatic Fringe is back and to celebrate why don’t we have a fanfic for the day. You’re Welcome Ambrose Lovers. Also, I know I’m late shut up n,n. And I kinda sorta rushed this so sorry! I’ll edit it later! Critique needed!

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You were preparing for a backstage segment. You only knew your lines. Creative didn’t even bother to tell you who’s working with you in the segment. Kayla, the backstage interviewer, walked up with a smile on her face, ready to interview me. The cameraman gave a countdown. You fixed your hair and began the interview with Kayla.

“(Y/R/N), how does it feel to know that your Mixed Match Partner, The Miz is not going to be able to compete with you due to injury?”

“You know, Kayla, it’s actually reassuring that he won’t be my partner because if we were to actually go on and be partners, with the stuck up attitude he has, I would’ve suplexed him through the damn announcement table, so thank god I’m not his partner. Now I just need to find a partner...”

As if on cue, Kurt Angle showed up and asked you to come to his office. Curiosity and fear ran up your spine like a mouse running up the clock. You didn’t know what to do or say or even think! There mere thought of getting suspended or fired made my blood run cold. But, you hadn’t done anything so why worry about something as extreme as that? Anyways, you walked up to a metal door that had silver letters on it that spelled out ‘General Manager’. You knocked on the door and heard a gruff voice say ‘Come in’. You slowly opened the door, physically preparing yourself for what’s to come.

Surprisingly, nothing was wrong. Nothing out of the ordinary.

“Hey (Y/R/N), good to see you!”

“Yeah, you too Kurt! I was actually nervous about this little meet!”

“No need to be nervous! I’ve actually got some good news for you!”

Curiosity was at it’s peak with you as you kept the conversation going.

“Oh? What is it?”

“Well, since Miz is out of the Mixed Match Challenge due to a neck injury, I was thinking you deserved to be in the Mixed Match Challenge with someone, even if you first partner was injured...”

Excitement bubbled up inside you. You continued to let him talk.

“So, I paired you with someone I think you’ll love.”

As if on cue again, someone knocked on Kurt’s door. You walked to the door and opened it. Your eyes widened as you stared at the person at the door. The person smirked at you and walked past you to Kurt. You turned around and stared at Kurt. You put two-and-two together and screamed. You took your time to look the person up and down. The person was a man, with a buzzcut, broad shoulders, dark grey jeans and a sleeveless top that read ‘Return To Society’ with a D and an A in it. I knew who this man was, but I didn’t think 9 months of rehab and rest could change a person so much. You tuned your head to listen to Kurt as he spoke.

“This man right here, is the new and improved, Dean Ambrose and he will be your new Mixed Match Challenge partner for this season.”

Before you could hear anymore, you bear hugged Dean, being careful of his arm. He hugged back with just as much love, it’d been so long since you’ve seen each other. You’d missed him so much and vice versa. You never even had a chance to tell him your feelings. You’d hoped that he’d share the same emotions.

It was time for MMC to start and you were nervous. Number 1: Because you were paired with someone who just came back from injury and you didn’t want them to get injured again. Number 2: Because this is your first time ever in MMC and Number 3: You were just plain up and down nervous. You saw Dean come out of the Men’s locker room and to the curtain. You followed him and stood by the curtain as well. You theme played as you walked threw the curtain and down the ramp. You entrance consisted of flips and tricks, making the audience turn their head towards you. You hugged a little boy who was smiling like a nerd. You laughed at the thought of that.

You entered the ring and asked for a mic. Once handed a mic, you began to speak, words laced with such sarcasm as you spoke:

“Oh where, oh where, oh where could my partner be? He didn’t come though the curtain and down the ramp so where could he be?”

The crowd was silent as you spoke, catching their attention even more.

“Let’s cut to the chase, the most obnoxious, self-absorbed, cowardly jerk isn’t coming out tonight! Yay!”

The crowd erupted with every insult you said about The Miz. Cheers, Jeers and Boos were as loud as your microphone. A smirk appeared on your lips as you continued after it’d quieted down:

“I may not have the Miz, which I’m actually really happy about. But Bayley, you may have the Demon King in your corner...”

Loud screams could be heard from the nosebleeds as you paused.

“But I have a Lunatic in mine!”

Bayley and Balor couldn’t believe what they were hearing. Staring at the tron as you doubled over in laughter. A motorcycle rev was heard around the ring as the Lunatic’s theme played. The crowd screamed out of sheer joy and happiness.

The match was long, fun and most importantly, unforgettable. Dean was clutching his arm as Balor kept attacking it. You winced every time it was damaged. Dean soon made a comeback as he built his momentum. He kicked Balor and they both fell, wanting to tag in their partners.

Dean tagged you in and you ran threw the ropes, giving Bayley clothesline after clothesline, a swinging neck-breaker and a pin to finish it off. Bayley kicked out at two. You picked her up but she kept giving blows to the stomach. You took a step back and she threw you into the turn buckle. She ran into you, throwing her elbow into your jaw. She rolled back and did her signature “Whoooooa” and ran back, but you slipped out in time and she hit her chin on the top turnbuckle. You slipped your arm between her legs and pulled her into a pin. Again, she kicked out at 2 and a half. Sweat was running down your face, Bayley wasn’t giving up without a fight! You got up first, dragged her by the hair and kicked her in the stomach. You ran into the ropes and wrapped your legs around her neck and held her arm behind her back. The Octopus Hold, a submission move you were known for having. Bayley was fighting, struggling to move her arm and counter, but you were too strong. Just before Bayley was about to tap out, Finn pulled you leg, causing you to fall on your face. Dean came out of nowhere and threw Finn out of the ring, with him following. You ran to the ropes to see if he was okay, but Bayley caught you and did a roll-up pin. Luckily, you kicked out at two and somehow you kicked her in the stomach again. You locked The Octopus Hold back in and this time, Bayley tapped out.

The bell rung and you let her go. She rolled out of the ring and crawled to Finn. Dean ran back in and hugged you so tight, you could barely breathe. You hugged back with just as much force. Tears were in your eyes. Dean was handed a mic as you wiped your eyes. He talked with such fire and spite that you couldn’t even believe it yourself:

“Alright look here, I came back and I dominated! I don’t give a damn who cares if I’m back! I was paired with this strong, smart and beautiful woman! And you other teams better be ready to get your asses kicked because I’m back baby!”

You clapped as you guys walked to the back. You couldn’t believe it. Dean liked you back. You both walked into a back area and kissed. A welcome back kiss, a thank you kiss, a victory kiss and an I love you kiss.

“Love you, beautiful.” --------------------------------------------------------------

A/N: Thank you guys so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Don’t be scared! Ask to be on my taglist and such!

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xoxowrestlinggyrl · 4 years

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In The Middle. {Part 2}

Requested: Yes

Pairing: Dean Ambrose x Reader (Mentions of Finn Balor)

Word Count: 1112

Warning[s]: Cursing & Fluff

Summary: After Dean confesses his feelings to Y/N, they’re trying to figure out what to do. Y/N is completely confused on what to do. Ultimately, Y/N has to make a choice between Finn or Dean.

Author’s Note:: This is part two and the final part of In The Middle. I hope you all enjoy. Requests are open!!

Tags:: @jonsmoxley & @moxleybabe

It's been a few days after Dean's confession to you. You've been avoiding phone calls and text messages from all of your friends. How could've not known Dean had feelings for you the whole time? Were you just blind to the signs? You were. It all makes sense. He got pissed whenever you brought up Finn. The way his bright eyes would stare into y/e/c ones. Dean has always been your best friend. You thought nothing more of him, right?

Wrong.

You were jealous when Dean and Renee were together. Dean could never invite you anywhere when Renee is around. The tension could have been cut with a steak knife. You thought Dean would've never been interested in you. Maybe… Just maybe… That is why you were interested in Finn. Finn was an escape for your feelings for Dean when he was with Renee. You'd never thought about Finn ever reciprocating feelings back. You were just eyeing the Irishman.

'I can't do this. I can't use Finn like this.' You thought to yourself. Not only it was wrong, but you know where your feelings lie. Snapping you out of your thoughts, you saw Finn’s contact name light up.

‘Here goes nothing.’ Maybe, you’ll be able to cancel the date with him? It is still something you have to muster up the courage to do. After taking another deep breath, you picked up the phone.

“Hiya, Finn.” You greeted as you got on the phone with him.

“How are you doing, love?”

This was going to be hard for you to do. “I am doing well. How about yourself?” You were trying to find the words, a way to let him down easily. You really didn’t want to hurt him. Dean was right. You accepted this date without giving much thought at all.

“I am good.” Finn said. “I want to talk to you about our date, tonight.”

“Yes? I was just about to talk to you about it. What about it?” You asked.

Finn took a deep breath, “I think it’s better for us to be friends.”

You were a little taken aback by his statement. However, you didn’t have any hard feelings. “Really?” You blurted out.

“I have been thinking you and I over, Y/N. It’d be better if we stay friends. I just noticed a lot of things as of late. Also, it’s obvious you and Dean have feelings for each other. Whether you don’t see it or not. Everyone else can.” Finn explained.

“I hope I didn’t hurt your feelings.” He added onto his explanation.

You didn’t realize it was that obvious at all. “I was going to tell you the same thing, Finn. I was rushing into a lot of things. I didn’t think about what was right there in front of me.” You knew you had to apologize to Dean. There is a chance he won’t want to talk to you after what you completely went ghost on him.

“I am glad that we have an understanding at least.” Finn sounded like he was grinning through the phone. You could’ve pictured the smile that he had on his face.

“That’s true. I will talk to you later, Finn.”

“Talk to you later. Bye.” He said. The phone hung up.

You were contemplating on whether to call Dean or just drop by and surprise him. You decided on the latter. There is a chance Dean might shut the door in your face. Who can blame him? You just came out of the woodwork to make things right with him. He doesn’t have to be receptive at all to you at this point.

Ignoring all the thoughts telling you just to call him, you get dressed before heading out the door to your room. You headed to Dean’s room. Once you went to the door, you took a deep breath. Your nerves were on edge. It was now or never. After taking another breath to calm your nerves, you knocked on the door. The footsteps on the other side started getting closer and closer to the door. It started to spike your nerves once again. Dean opened the door.

Dean had a confused look on his face as he saw you, “I thought you had a date to worry about?” He asked.

“It got canceled.”

“Why? I thought you and Finn really like each other?” Dean asked, and he rolled his eyes towards the end of that statement.

You shook your head, “I was wrong, Dean.” He had a look of concern. Dean moved over to the side to let you in. He shut the door behind himself after you were in the room.

“Did he hurt you? Why do you say that?” Dean clearly wanted to make sure Finn didn’t do anything to me.

“He didn’t. First off, I want to say sorry to you, Dean.” You began. Dean looked into your eyes, trying to figure out what was going on. “It was shitty of me to avoid your calls and texts. I just had to do some thinking. A lot of thinking. I wasn’t ready for that news at all. You won’t have to worry about it happening ever again. I had to sit down, think and reevaluate what you told me. How I actually felt. This whole time, I was blind to what was in front of me the whole time. Clearly, I had issues with you and Renee being together. I wished I was in her place… With you.. I clung onto something else altogether.. That was Finn as an escape. Dean, you mean the world to me. I like you too.. I understand why you don’t want to talk to me though at this point. I really messed up-” Before you could finish up your long speech, Dean kissed you on the lips. After the shock of the sudden kiss wore off, you kissed him back. Sparks set off as soon as you both kissed.

Slowly, you pulled away from the kiss. “What was that for?” You asked while giggling a little bit.

“You were rambling,”

“Was that the only reason?”

Dean chuckled, “I wasn’t done yet, I could never stay mad at you. No matter if we’re just friends or lovers, I am always going to be there for you,” He looked into your eyes. “With that being said, Y/N, would you like to do the honors in making this official and being my girlfriend?”

“Yes,” You said with a smile on your face.

Dean smiled at you, “Now, let’s make plans for our own date night,”

“I second that,” You said, and you kissed him on his lips.

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wereallstarz · 7 years

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Mall Trip

Requested: Yes

Pairing: Dean Ambrose x Reader

Word Count: 1880

Warning[s]: Cursing

Summary: It’s been a long time since you and Dean had a break. One weekend you both had nothing on the agenda. The two of you decide to go on a mall trip with your child. The mall was crowded since it was a Saturday. You had to go off and buy an item from one of the stores in the mall. Instead of the three of you going together, Dean insisted that your child will be fine with him. You agreed and headed off. Dean got distracted, and he lost your child. He looked through the mall to find your child, and he ended up finding them in a place he least expected. He found your child in time before you came back. You didn’t know the difference.

Key[s]: Y/S/N= Your Son’s Name Y/S/N/N= Your Son’s Nickname & Y/F/S= Your Favorite Store/Shop

Tag[s]: https://jazmoxley.tumblr.com/

A/N: I hope you loved it Jaz! If you want to get tagged in any of my future work. Let me know. Also, Requests are open!

“Of all days to choose to go to the mall, we are here the day that everyone and their mom decided to show up,” Dean remarked, jokingly. Your husband, Dean made an effort to joke around during times like these. He knows that you get stressed out in these situations. Now, your stress out to the brim because the two have your son here. Y/S/N is four years old, so he is in the exploration time of his life. You’ve always had an eye on him. However, Dean is the more lenient parent. He will let Y/S/N explore quite a bit, and his excuse is, “Y/S/N is a kid, so let him be a kid.” True, but it scared the daylights out of you thinking of anything that could happen to your son.

“Mommy, what does daddy mean by that? I showed up with you here, so everyone else did too?” Y/S/N asked, looking up at the two of you with curious eyes. It’s truly an adorable sight.

You smiled down at him before crouching kneeling down, so you were eye to eye with him. “Y/S/N what your daddy means that there is a lot of other people in the mall. I don’t think everyone has their mom here since I don’t have mine here.” You explained to the boy before looking up at Dean, who tried holding back a laugh. You gave him a look, signaling to him that this isn’t a joke.

“Yes, your mommy is right, Y/S/N. You know, daddy was just pulling your leg.” Dean said, which opened a whole lot of questions by just that one sentence.

A horrified expression was on your son’s face. He literally thought that Dean was pulling his leg. “Pulling my leg?!!” He asked, in horror. “What does that mean?!” He looked at Dean in horror.

“Nothing, daddy is being funny.” You said, laughing. Y/S/N’s face faded from horror to laughing just like you were.

Y/S/N smiled, “I understand, mommy.” Then, his attention was diverted to music from the carousel from nearby. Your son’s eyes lit up like he saw Santa on Christmas Day. “Mommy, Mommy, Daddy, Daddy, can I get on the horses!!!!!” He yelled in excitement. “Please, please, can I get on them?! I love horses!!” He added on. Although he has never shown interest in horses, you weren’t going to deny him from going on the carousel.

“Of cou-” You began, but your own attention diverted to Y/F/S. If anyone knew you well, they would know that it’s your favorite store. Every single time you were in the vicinity of Y/F/s, you always made a bee-line to the shop. Now, you had to fight off that urge. Dean and Y/S/N were here, and you knew that you couldn’t go to the shop. Little did you know, Dean noticed this.

Dean picked up Y/S/N, “Yes, we can buddy. You’re going to have to go with your daddy because mommy has to go get something.” He told your son. Then, he looked over at you, motioning his head into the direction of Y/F/S. It was as if to tell you to go.

“Okay, but mommy is going to miss out!” Y/S/N giggled. As the person you are, you felt selfish with leaving the two of them alone. Especially while in a crowded mall like this one. If anything bad happened to Y/S/N, you don’t know how or if you can live with yourself.

“Dean, you know, I don’t need to go.” You whispered to Dean, making sure that Y/S/N didn’t hear the conversation.

Dean gave you a look, “Y/N, come on. We will be perfectly fine alone. Just go to Y/F/S and go nuts. You deserve it.”

“Are you sure? I can miss out this one time.” You told him. Dean nodded his head.

“I am very sure Y/N. This is our break, you deserve to take some time and spoil yourself.” Dean looked into your eyes. “The two of us will be perfectly fine. Don’t worry about us.” He said. You couldn’t believe that you were considering this. Especially under these current circumstances. However, you know Dean wouldn’t do anything to put Y/S/N in harm’s way.

“Alright, I will be back.” You told Dean, smiling before. “Y/S/N, I hope you have a fun time on that carousel. Tell me all about it once I get back.” You smiled and kissed your son’s cheek before walking off in the direction of Y/F/S.

Dean’s Point Of View

I looked around for Y/N after I got off of the carousel with Y/S/N. Thankfully, we both had our phones with us. Instead of interrupting her time in Y/F/S, I decided to walk around the mall with our son. As we walked around, I came across the Lego Store.

“Look, Y/S/N/N, it’s the Lego store. I know how much love Legos. Do you want to go check it out?” I asked him with a smile. We were doing more than what Y/N agreed to, but she was still in Y/F/S. I doubt that Y/s/N would want to sit on a bench for however long. He’d grow antsy in less than ten minutes.

“Yes!!!! I love Legos!” Y/S/N said, and I put him down on the ground. Just before we started walking together, I felt someone tap my shoulder.

“Hello sir, can you please fill out this survey?” A guy asked. He looked to be in his twenties. I think his job is to give surveys to mall-goers.

I looked at the guy, “Is it a short one?” I asked. The guy nodded his head.

“It will take you two minutes, max.” He told me. I decided to fill out the survey since it will only take two minutes. At least, from what he told me.

“Alright, I will take the survey,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. I filled out the survey, which took two minutes. At least, it felt like that long to me.

“Here you go, man,” I told him, handing him back the pen and paper. The guy took the paper. “Thank you.” He said before walking away.

“Y/S/N, are you ready to-” I began, before looking down in horror. Y/S/N was gone. To be sure I looked in the distance. There was no Y/S/N. Then, I turned around to see if he was behind me. He wasn’t there either.

A feeling a panic ran through me. “Shit,” I mumbled under my breath. I sped walked and looked around for my son. No, no, no, I can’t lose Y/S/N. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself, and Y/N would kill me… I mean literally. For two minutes, I took my eyes off him, and he was gone. He couldn’t have gone too far within two minutes. However, I can’t put it past him.

I stopped a woman with two kids in tow. “Hello, have you seen this child?” I asked, showing a picture of Y/S/N from my wallet. The woman shook her head.

“No, but he is adorable.” She said, and I thanked her before walking away. I asked a middle-aged couple and a group of teenagers. They all gave me the same answer. I took a breath, trying to calm down. How could I have lost my son in the mall? I felt like the worst parent in the world. Was I that careless? Y/N always told me that parents all make mistakes. However, I made the worst mistake. I highly doubt that Y/N will be very forgiving. In my mind, I started preparing for how I am going to apologize to her. Out of nowhere, I had an “aha moment”. I know exactly where Y/S/N has to be. If he wasn’t here, I truly lost him.

I sprinted into the Lego store. Kids, teenagers, parents and adults alike were playing around with Legos. In order for me to find Y/S/N, I had to look around the store. There were a number of places he could have been, playing with Legos. It seemed like an hour passed I looked around for him. A store worker walked up to me with a smile on her face.

“Can I help you?” The worker asked. I pulled out my wallet with the picture of Y/S/N.

“Yes, I am looking for this boy,” I told her. She took a good look at the picture. The worker seemed to be studying his face.

“I’ve seen him before.” She said, looking around the store. It seemed as if on cue, Y/S/N walked towards a small table with a set of Legos on it. “There he is!” She exclaimed as if she was much help.

“Thank you so much, ma’am,” I said, scurrying over to my son. The last thing anyone would want is to lose their child. I picked him up, and I pulled him into a long hug.

“Daddy, you’re here!” Y/S/N pointed out. As if he expected me to come into the store.

“Please, Y/S/N, don’t ever scare me ever like that again. Always wait for your mommy or me before walking off.” I told him, looking him in his eyes. It was to get him to understand to never do such a thing.

Y/S/N nodded, “I won’t ever do that again. Am I in trouble?” He asked, pouting a little bit. I shook my head.

“No, you’re not in trouble, Y/S/N/N,” I told him.

“How are my two favorite boys?!” I heard the familiar voice of Y/N. A smile curled up on my lips before looking over at her. Y/N had a few bags from Y/F/S, and she seemed delighted to see the two of us. “I’m assuming that you both are doing really well since we’re in the Lego store.” She joked a bit.

“Mommy, it was so fun. Daddy and I rode on the carousel three times before going to play Legos! This is the best day ever!” Y/S/N stated, and he started to ramble on.

“Really? It sounded like so much fun. Too bad I had to miss out.” Y/N said.

“I know, but you can come next time.” Y/S/N said, with a hopeful look.

“Of course not, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” She told our son before looking over at me.

“Good job, Dean. I don’t think Y/S/N has ever been this happy when I took him to the Lego store.” Y/N giggled, pecking my lips.

“Thank you-” I began, but was interrupted by our son.

“Ewww, mommy and daddy. That’s nasty.” He said, covering his eyes. I looked at Y/N, and she looked at me. We both started to laugh. Even with the bump in the road, a trip to the mall was worth it.

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wwe-fluff-fic · 7 years

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Dean Ambrose - Caught Red Handed

Dean Ambrose - Prompts #6, #13 and #33: “I’m in love with you”, “I hate you so much I love you” and ““Bite me”. “If you insist””

Requested for - @myfakelife121.

Warnings - Implied smut (again), swearing, some fluff..maybe?

Word Count - 3381 Words

A/N - If you’d like to be tagged in any future fics, feel free to message us :)

So, it had been three years since the destruction of The Shield and the infamous trio were now back together and once again being pushed as the strongest faction of the decade against Triple H’s new innovation of Evolution (although it was The Shield holding nearly all the gold) and pretty much the whole wrestling world was happy - except for me.

Since you had become the Women's champion creative had decided that to really finish The Shields whole ‘we have all the gold’ facade they needed the Women's champion as basically their Valet, who occasionally faced off with the ‘new’, more like rip off Evolution’s token bitch Alexa Bliss - which honestly you didn’t mind, in all fairness it rocketed your popularity sky high and obtained you some good matches and a hell of a lot of credit from other wrestlers. But the worst thing about the entire situation was travelling with one particular ‘lunatic’ of The Shield.

You could never quite place my finger on it but there was something about that man that for one, drove you crazy and made you want him in your bed then, there was the other half that was repulsed by his attitude and wanted to be as far away from him as humanly possible. However, you knew that those feelings of sexual tension would never be reciprocated by him. You were pretty sure the guy hated your guts, you were also pretty sure he had used every excuse under the sun not to be near you at any given time. Roman and Seth often tried to convince you that he was just ‘difficult’ and didn’t really hate you - but that was often hard to believe when he’d sigh or roll his eyes at you when you simply coughed.

It was one horrible and shitty, stormy night in Portland, Oregon and you and Dean (of course being the last to arrive because he wanted to stop four times) found ourselves talking to the hotel receptionist who sounded far too happy to be informing yourself and Dean that there’s only one single bedroom available. You both rolled your eyes at each other, he even had the audacity to claim it was your fault you were late. It was a minute or so of hard stares before accepting that neither of you were going to travel to the next town over a 3:20 am. You sighed and satirically thanked the annoyingly preppy and over enthusiastic Beatrice, as you turned to face Dean. You gave the unbearable man one last eye roll before snatching your bags off the floor and trudging towards the elevator with his heavy boots clunking along the floor following suit behind you.

You flung open the door to the rather, for once, not too seedy looking hotel room. Your eyes were instantly drawn to the decently sized bed in the centre of the hotel room, you huffed remembering that both of you and Dean were too stubborn to sleep somewhere else meaning that ultimately you were going to have to share. You let the heavy bags fall off of your shoulders and onto the floor; not really caring where or how the landed as fatigue suddenly hit you upon seeing the comfy looking bed. You lazily reached down into your bag and retrieved my night time clothes before half signaling to that ignorant bastard you was going to change.

The minute you came out of the small, yet seemingly lavish bathroom you cast your gaze upon the lunatic fringe, in just his boxers sprawled out across the whole bed already fast asleep. My top lip curled in annoyance as you snarled, climbing into the small space on the bed and trying to shove his muscly frame over to make some sort of room. You growled when he wouldn’t budge hardly an inch and flopped yourself down pretty much on his whole arm.

“Argh fuck” he groaned sliding his arm out from underneath you, you giggled slightly in an almost evil manner. “You little bitch” he said a playful tone; something that surprised you. Usually, he’d have said it with a lot more meaning and hatred lacing his gruff voice.

“You were taking up the whole fucking bed and wouldn’t move, you literally weigh a tonne when you sleep” you murmured back to him snuggling down into the warm sheets, a comforting sensation as the rain lashed the windows of the high building. He rolled over so he was facing you before chuckling and mumbling an incoherent sentence that you couldn’t even read from his lips in the barely illuminated room - the moon providing the only light in the whole room, yet even that was barely a soft glow. You just shook your head at him; those rare feelings of fondness swelling in your heart. Just as you were about to roll away from the Lunatic you heard him faintly whisper something, yet this time it was a lot clearer. “I’m in love with you, Y/N”. You sat up in confusion as you began to repeat those six words over and over in your head, like some sort of mantra. Maybe it was just his lethargic state producing false and irrelevant mumbles...or maybe it really was the truth. You shook the thoughts from your head and turned over to sleep, once again burying yourself back into the soft sheets. Yet throughout the night you struggled to get a fully beneficial sleep as those words just played on your mind like some stupid repetitive song that you just couldn’t banish from your memory.

After last nights sleeping arrangement and Dean’s slip of words; which you discovered he clearly remembered nothing about it, the car ride to the arena over was somewhat awkward - well for you at least. About halfway through the journey you were tired of Dean’s complaining, Seth’s emo playlist and Roman’s severe case of road rage so you plugged you earphones in to ignore the rowdy bunch, but it didn’t help much as it surrounded you with you own thoughts which still continued to dwell on Dean’s words. At some point during the journey you could feel yourself drifting off into a light sleep, the rhythm of the road lulling you into a peaceful sleep; one where you could still sense your surroundings. Your head came to rest on Dean’s broad chest to which he didn’t resist, he simply let you stay there even letting his arm drape around your frame. You smiled to yourself almost unnoticeably just as you felt yourself slipping into a heavier slumber.

You were gently shaken awake by Roman, the ‘dad’ of the three of you as you arrived at the arena. Your eyes fluttered open adjusting to the bright sunshine as you now saw Dean sat in the driver's seat, you stretched out your limbs as they cracked one by one.

“Hey doll, we have like an hour til the match” Roman spoke as Dean and Seth began grabbing luggage bags from the trunk. You stretched your arms and nodded lethargically, slowly making your way from the all too comfortable back seat. You reached to grab your bag only to see that Dean had already got it and was halfway across the car park, you shrugged and felt your heart swell slightly at the gesture that probably meant nothing more to him than a favour (despite his sleep induced mumbles). You grabbed the various jackets that were left in the trunk before joining Dean and Seth leaving Roman to lock up the rental.

It was now just five minutes before your tag match with Dean against Kevin Owens and Alexa and you and Dean were sitting with Roman and Seth in the gorilla position just chatting as you usually would. Yet once again that annoying arrogance that Dean carried around with him when it came to you reared its ugly head; at every given moment he was talking over every word you said, with a sick smirk etched on his face. Both Roman and Seth could sense how much it was pissing you off, yet gave you a small nod as you kept your cool and simply prepared for your entrance.

Throughout the whole match, your focus was off and Alexa Bliss was beating the absolute shit of you; you just couldn’t distract your mind from those words that Dean had spoken to you. No matter how hard you tried, those stupid words were just glued to the forefront of your mind. Oh and the small factor that for the whole match Dean made it his sole purpose to try and distract you and in fact along with his unnecessary distractions those thoughts nearly cost you the match and definitely would’ve if you hadn’t managed to scramble to your corner and tag an extremely smug look Dean who hit Owens with two Dirty Deeds to obtain the pin.

You walked through the curtains back to the gorilla to where Roman and Seth were still seated in the same place as you had left them fifteen minutes ago.

“Well done you two” Seth spoke standing from the crate and pulling you and Dean into a hug, Roman nodded from his position on a chair and stood to give you both pats on the backs.

“Hey, you three up for drinks at the hotel bar”” Dean questioned wiggling his eyebrows at the three of you as he changed into a new vest and slung his jacket over his shoulder. Both Roman and Seth shook their heads, Dean shot them both a confused look as you shrugged your shoulders in some sort of agreement to his proposal.

“Sorry man, gotta skype the wife and kids” Roman spoke as the four of you began to walk towards the parking lot. Dean nodded as a notion of understanding and slapped his brother back.

“Ah fair enough brother, family first ‘n all that, what’s your reasoning Rollins?” Dean question his gruff voice echoed through the bare parking area as a raised a very much comedic looking eyebrow at the Architect. Seth rolled his eyes at Dean as you and Roman began (once again) loading the bags into the trunk.

“If you must know Ambrose I'm a little preoccupied with some stuff tonight” Seth shrugged as a light blush appeared on his cheeks even under the dimly lit parking lot. You looked over at him and a small bubble of laughter escaped your lips as Dean looked confused as ever before what Seth was implying finally dawned upon him. His top lip curled in disgust.

“Ugh yeah don’t want to hear anything about that thanks very much” he grunted getting in the back passenger seat next to you. “Just me and you for drinks the doll face” he winked, you inwardly rolled your eyes as displeasure racked your body. Yet you were secretly desperate to be alone with him again; even if had been an utter asshole all night.

“Sure thing, when we get to the hotel I go get change then I’ll meet you down there” you smiled at the man who you honestly believed had more mood swings (well regarding you) than any pregnant woman in the world. He just nodded a sly; almost shy looking smile etching his way onto your face - the sight caused your heart to warm in a way that you just hated but couldn’t stop.

As we arrived at the seedy hotel; which somehow seemed a great deal more aesthetically pleasing in the dark of the night, you grabbed yours and Dean’s bags (knowing he’d head straight to the bar) and took them up to the hotel room so you could change into something a little sexier than workout leggings and a Dolph Ziggler top.

You pulled out a pair of skin tight black skinny jeans along with an olive top that had one of those cute lace up corset-like fronts from your suitcase; you knew the top would definitely show off your cleavage a little to much but you just shrugged and threw the clothes onto the bed and went to retrieve your favourite pair of Louboutin boot heels.

As you stood in front of the full-length mirror in the only luxury part of your hotel room; the bathroom, you gave yourself one last check over and touched up your eye makeup and smoothed the material of both your top and jeans before giving your reflection and a curt nod. You swiped your phone and purse off the nightstand and made your way down to the hotel bar.

Your eyes scanned the dimly lit bar rapidly, trying to spot the shaggy-haired man, that you had such a love-hate relationship with. Your eyes lit up a little as you saw him at the bar already nursing a drink probably a jack and coke you thought to yourself as you walked towards where Ambrose was perched.

“Hey Dean” you smiled as you sat on the empty seat next to him; he returned the smile, something which shocked me but I brushed it off just as I noticed his eyes flicker down to my well pronounced cleavage.

“I got you a drink” he spoke, his voice already sounding grittier as a result of the harsh liquor. You nodded in thanks and took a sip of the drink, a grin crossed your lips as you tasted the familiar coconut flavour of Malibu.

“Oh my god, you remembered my favourite drink” you giggled as you downed pretty much the whole thing before placing the drink on the bar and wiping your mouth. I noticed him signal the barman for another round “You tryna get me drunk or something” you nudged his shoulder lightly. He playfully rolled his eyes at your comment.

“Hey, of course I remembered your favourite drink I’m an amazing friend, what can I say? Also, I’m not trying to get you drunk but, ya know what’s a celebration without being at least a little woozy” he announced as he ordered yet more alcohol from the bartender.

“Friend huh? Ya know, I’ve always thought ya hated me” you shrugged taking a rather large gulp of your new Malibu and coke.

“Nah I just do it to piss ya off, ya cute when ya pissed off” he shrugged, offering you a shot of whatever liquor he had just order, you gingerly took the shot from his hand as your mind once again began to race a million miles an hour at his words. You necked the shot and sighed at the almost soothing burn as the liquid travelled down your throat, you shuddered and brushed the thoughts away putting it down to the ‘dutch courage’ he’d gained.

As the night went on more and more shots were ordered and consumed, yet you both only remained slightly drunk; you opted for the term ‘tipsy’. You checked your phone and saw the time. You nudged Dean’s shoulder, “Oh my god, it’s so late you!” you exclaimed as you lazily shoved your phone in his face.

“Sure is Darlin’” he smiled swigging the rest of his drink, “We can go back to the hotel now if you’d like” he hopped off the bar stool and offered you his hand. You gladly accepted his offer but grimaced as you stood on your feet, suddenly remembering the pain these shoes put you in. You pouted up at him as a small wince left your lips.

“Carry me?” you asked quizzically with another pout of your lips. He raised an eyebrow at you before leaning down, allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck. You giggled as his muscular arms wrapped around your waist and brought you up to his level, your head rested on his shoulder as he carefully walked out the bar, your smaller frame securely wrapped around his much larger one.

The loud ding of the elevator in the eerily silent hotel lobby gained your attention; forcing you to lift your head from his somehow comfortable shoulder. Dean rested you on the hand rail of the elevator, his herculean frame standing between your legs as you wrapped them around his waist for support; his crotch pressed closely up against yours, sending those rather x-rated thoughts rushing through your head. You shut your eyes and took a deep breath in as you tried to expel the dirty thoughts, for them to only increase when your eyes fluttered open to see his baby blues boring into you, you were just about to speak up when your words were forced to a halt by a pair of soft lips colliding with your own. You squealed in surprise but melted into the quick and messy kiss, you hips beginning to roll against his in a subtle movement of desperation. He reciprocated the movements as he began to grind his own hips into yours, his hands gripping your ass causing light and breathy moans to fill the small elevator. Your manicured hands tangled themselves in his messy locks of hair as you tugged at them, as your mouths continued to collide in the heated kiss. The both of you were so lost in the heat of the moment you had failed to realise the elevator halt to a stop and with the signature ding, you opened your eyes to see your boss; Triple H standing in the doorway of the elevator. You pulled your mouth away from Dean’s quicker than you’ve ever done anything and coughed awkwardly as your boss wearily stepped into the elevator a questioning look animated across his face.You unwrapped your legs from Dean’s and stood up beginning to smooth out your clothes as a few awkward glances were exchanged in the elevator.

“Aye kids, there’s something called a room ya know. These elevators they all have cameras now” Hunter chuckled as he stepped out of the lift giving Dean a pat on the back and wink which he returned with a smirk. As soon as the heavy metal doors shut obscuring you both from prying eyes Dean slammed your shoulders against the flat wall of the elevator and began roughly trailing his lips down your neck, his hands once again finding their way to your ass.

The elevator doors opened again as you reached your floor, Dean gripped your wrist and almost dragged your towards your hotel room as you tottered along behind him in your heels. Before you could even blink he had the door unlocked and he was pulling you into the room by your hips. He slammed the door shut and threw you down onto the bed; stripping his t-shirt off then crawling on top of you. His lips straight away beginning to attack your neck as his hands pretty much tore your top in two, you moaned lowly at his kisses as your hands moved towards his belt. Dean pulled away to remove his belt; to met by the sight of your frame laying on the bed with mussed up hair, glassy eyes and swollen lips.

“Fuck you’re beautiful” he sighed placing another peck on your lips as he removed your bra, “I literally, I hate you so much I love you” he muttered his hands harshly massaging your breasts. “Like you get on my nerves but fuck are you amazing” you smiled at his words as your kicked your heels off of your feet.

“Hey Dean, Bite me” you challenge him; pulling down to your level and biting his lip hard enough to draw just a little blood. You pull away and smirk as his eyes turn black with lust.

“If you insist, sweetheart. I don;t think you realise what you’ve started though” he smiled and chuckled darkly as he flipped you over onto your stomach, planting a rather painful yet in every way pleasurable bite near your collarbone.

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A/N: OMG guyss! I’m so sorry that this took so long. Also it’s so long it’s a legit fucking novel. Anyways, i hope you all enjoy this slightly smuttier number :) ~ Moxxii

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