11.18.16 Today is the day of the Shield’s debut at Survivor Series 2012. A special day that everyone in the WWE universe can never forget. And these boys are still goin’ strong… Can’t wait for this Sunday’s Survivor Series 2016!
“If you try to run, you’re going run into a wall of bodies. The same bodies we built our reputation on. The bodies we used to stack one on top of the other. We made a lot of enemies together, Seth. Those enemies are gonna make sure that ain’t nobody running from this. Those enemies are gonna make sure that we tear each other apart at Summer Slam Seth. I promise we will… tear each other apart.”
“We haven’t known each other
as long as me and the Usos but we’ve known each other, what 5 years now? But
with all the memories that we’ve stacked up we could fill thirty years, you
know what I’m saying? We’ve traveled the world, we’ve had a lot of great fights
together, we’ve even fought each other right? And that’s why you’re my brother.”
and Seth have been all over each other – watching each other’s backs and
wreaking havoc on JeriKO whenever there’s a chance. That’s on TV, sure, but it
wasn’t like they didn’t have each other’s backs outside of the ring too; in
fact, their newly rekindled relationship was bringing all the benefits it could
from ring to the bedroom. Dean, all the way on Smack Down, has clearly been
Thank goodness for Skype calls.
Relationship: Dean Ambrose/Seth Rollins/Roman Reigns
Tags: Skype sex, Dean is missing his boys, The boys are missing him, They all have a good time, Daddy kink, 69 sex position, oral/anal sex, masturbation, mostly PWP
Written for @givemeaway ~! Also posted up on Ao3 by the same title (to my author account treble_tone_stark) if you’d like to save it, everyone!
You Are Worth Me Changing Myself (Dean Ambrose/Jon Moxley imagine)
You promised yourself that you wouldn’t be caught up in anybody remotely close to being like Jon Moxley, but when you come face to face with him at work once again, you can’t help yourself… Especially when he swears he’s changed… A lot. This is the second part to Love the Way You Lie.
Word Count: 2,121 words.
Warnings: eh, there’s not many in here actually, mentions of fluff, cursing
When I got rid of Jon Moxley, I hoped and prayed that I
would never encounter him again. But the Fates apparently has a personal
vendetta against me. I was working out at a Crossfit gym when I met the lovely
Seth Rollins. He was charming, dashing, and such a heartbreaker.
At first we were fuck buddies. But still, Moxley and I’s
toxic relationship came back to knock me in the forehead. I broke it up and luckily
for me, Seth is all about understanding situations like that, so we became best
friends and over the years, our bond only grew stronger. And when he finally
got called up to the main roster of WWE with his close friend, Roman Reigns,
and one kid that he used to feud with a lot down in FCW that went by the name
of Dean Ambrose.
Seth tried on multiple occasions to get me to meet Dean but
every time I was free, he was busy, and every time he was free, I was booked to
the max. Like I said before, the Fates have a personal vendetta against me, I
swear it. Ask Seth if you would like verification.
And somewhere along the way, Seth had managed to get me a
job with the WWE as a backstage interviewer. It was totally cool with me until
the night that I had started working and I found out who Dean Ambrose really
“(Y/N)!” Stephanie chirped as she turned to the corner and
spotted me. I gave her a huge smile then declared, ”Thank you again so much for
giving me this job, Mrs. McMahon, I’m so grateful for it.” She waved her hand
at me and assured me, ”It’s fine. And please don’t call me Mrs. McMahon. Makes
me feel old and wrinkly. Steph is fine, okay? Now, you’ll be interviewing the
Shield boys, which is Seth Rollins of course, Roman Reigns, and Dean Ambrose.
They’re all pretty laid back in real life but they will be acting like complete
and utter… Well, how do I put this kindly so I don’t offend anybody in this
situation… Entitled dickfaces who only wants to serve justice to the world.
Good luck tonight.”
I nodded and thanked her before I touched up my makeup and
hair then turned and begun running over my questions that I had prepared
mentally for this interview. I sure as hell didn’t want to mess up my first
night at this job, because that would just be flat out horrible.
“Miss. (Y/L/N). You’re up in five minutes.” a fellow
stagehand informed me before hurrying off to complete another task for another
employee. I turned and began taking deep breaths while waiting for the Hounds
of Justice to show their tails. When I caught sight of the blond hair, that’s
when my breath caught in my throat. He had changed.
His blond hair was slicked back and instead of his eyes
holding nothing but unkempt madness, they were now cold, calculating and filled
with an underlying sense of insanity. But I still felt the slight jump of
excitement mixed with overruling panic. I felt a little dizzy on my feet and my
hand slammed against the wall then he
froze in place as well.
“(Y/N), we’ve gotta start filming now or the entire show
will be behind.” I nodded in acknowledgement then met the three men halfway and
I took a deep breath before plastering a smile on my face. The interview went
as smooth as it could get, with Jon- Dean burning a hole through my head as I
chatted and asked questions. Seth and Roman shot each other many looks,
especially when I forced myself to ask their friend a question, and my teeth
“Um, you wanna tell me what that was about?” I heard Roman
hiss to Dean as Seth cupped my cheek and forced me to stare blankly up at him
as he asked me several questions about my current mood and mental state. But
instead of me answering any and none of his questions, I just shrugged and
muttered, ”It’s nothing, Sethie, just my nerves. I’ll be okay.”
“Hey, you know you can talk to me right?” he asked, brushing
his thumb over my cheekbone. I nodded and hugged him before making my way back
towards Steph’s office where I asked her where I was needed next. It turned out
that the Fates decided that I could be granted one miracle in my life and she
told me that one of the other interviewers had showed up and was more than
willing to take over my position for the rest of the night.
I hurried back to the hotel and jumped in the shower before
washing my hair and body in record time then got dressed, still freaked out by
tonight’s events, but that’s when I heard the rapid knocking at my door. I
froze and shuffled closer to look out of the peephole then screamed, ”Go the
hell away, I have no desire to even look at your stupid face!”
“(Y/N), can we please just talk about this? Please? I swear
to fucking God, I’ve changed!” he insisted, knocking again. His voice was
raspier than I had last heard years ago and I almost gave in but instead, I
ignored his pleas.
“Dammit, I know you can hear me, doll. Just open the door
and we can talk.” I couldn’t help it. Something in my mind insisted that I
opened that door at that moment and demand an apology for the months of agony
that he put me through, and I would then agree that we was both abusive to one
another before shoving him out of the hotel room again. Only, it went the exact
opposite way of what I had predicated.
When I opened the door to begin yelling at him, he cupped my
jawline and cheek before crushing his lips to mine in one of the softest kisses
I had ever experienced.
“God, I fucking missed you. I’m so fucking sorry for all the
shit I put you through. I-I, when you left me, I realized that I cared for you.
It was more than that though. I was in love with you. And now you’re here.” he panted
as he pulled away from the kiss. I blinked once at him before hauling back and
punching him across the bridge of his nose. He cursed and held his nose before
blinking a couple times in return at me then declared with a small smile
grazing his pink lips, ”You always did hit harder than most of the guys I know.”
“You have some fucking nerves,Mox! We practically destroy
each other and when we end up meeting up again and you ask to talk to me, you
just spring a kiss on me? Are you fucking crazy?” I demanded, crossing my arms
over my chest. I knew he wasn’t the only one at fault but I still held quite a
bit of resentment towards him and I wasn’t just ready to forgive him.
“I mean, according to like everyone that I’ve ever went
against in a fight, they end up calling me a lunatic so I guess you could call
me crazy. And I don’t go by Mox anymore. Like, three months after you fell off
the face of the Earth, Sami and I fell apart and I stopped going by Jon Moxley.
I don’t even like hearing it.” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. I
sighed and shook my head then started to walk towards the mirror that hung on
the wall, not even bothering to shut the door on my way there because I knew he
was determined to talk and when he was determined to do something, you might as
well not fight him on it.
“You look gorgeous.” he pointed out as I stared into the
glass. I shrugged and looked down to where the necklace was dangling around my
neck into my cleavage. It was a silver crescent moon with hints of blue glitter
splattered over the metal. He had bought me it the same night in which he found
the two cats.
“Mox, you idiot. We
need a litter box if we’re going to keep these two.” I screamed, cleaning up the
tiny pee puddle that Logan had left behind before I went in search for Storm.
He gave me a sheepish smile as he turned the corner with his hands tucked
behind his back then remarked, “It’s a good thing that their box including the necessities
then, isn’t it?”
My eyes slanted into a
look of suspense and I stepped closer then warned, ”I swear to fuck if that’s
another cat, I might have to murder you.” He chuckled at my death threat and
entered further into the room before he replied, ”Good thing for me that it isn’t
another cat then, because I kinda value my life, ya know what I mean, doll?” I nodded and waved my
hand in a circle to signal my desire for him to move this along then he stated,
“In order for me to give this to you, you have to turn around.”
I groaned and
turned around, my eyes closing as I sensed his arms wrapping around my neck,
then shivered when I felt the cold metal hit my skin, but I still kept my eyes
closed, no matter how excited I was to find out what it was. When he finally
whispered in my ear that I could open my eyes, I looked down and gasped at the
simple beautiful in the necklace.
“Mox, it’s wonderful!
Thank you so much!” I exclaimed, capturing him in a tight hug. He chuckled and
returned the embrace then muttered,”Yeah, I saw it and it reminded me of you
for some reason. Maybe it’s because you’re pretty and it’s pretty.” I smiled
and kissed his cheek as Logan and Storm circled in between our ankles, causing
us to share a laugh.
“You kept it after all the shit we went through.” he choked
up, eyes glued to the reflection of my necklace.
I shrugged and murmured in return, ”I couldn’t seem to bring myself to get rid
of it, ya know? Too many damn memories.” He sighed and claimed the arm chair
beside the couch then scratched the back of his head before he replied,” Yeah,
I know how it feels. You wasn’t the only one who was that ruined by that
relationship, you know?”
I nodded and turned to face him when he looked up at me then
I said,”Yeah, I know. But why are you here, Dean?” He sighed and ran a hand
through his unruly curls that I missed playing with before he stood up again
then answered,”I miss you. So fucking much that it hurts to see you. I want you
back, (Y/N). I want to start again. I want to try again. I’m different, I
swear. I’ve changed. Please just give me another start.”
I ran my hands through my hair then sighed and looked at him
with a bit of a blank look before I tilted my head a little as I spat out,”How
many girls since I left you slash kicked you out of my life?”“None.” he answered automatically and I sensed the truth in
his words then asked, ”And you completely changed?”
Dean nodded eagerly,
hopping to his feet in front of me, then shrunk down to his one knee and exclaimed,
“I swear I have. I’ve never hit another woman and never gotten into an actual
fight unless the guy deserved to get his ass beat.” I snickered a bit at the
tail end of his sentence then pinched the bridge of my nose and met his pretty
blue eyes as I declared, ”Alright, fine. Last chance for you and I. Don’t make
me regret it.”
That was eight months ago. Now we’re standing under an arch
with Sasha Banks, my best friend since elementary school, and Bayley on my left
while Seth, Roman, and the one and only, Sami Callihan on Dean’s right as the
pastor declares ,”By the power vested in me by the state of Nevada, I now declare
you two man and wife.” Cheers explodes around us as Dean dips me into a
breathless kiss then I grin against his mouth when he finally pulls away.
“See, I told you that I had changed.” He mocks, smirking at
me. I roll my eyes then mumble,”Don’t push you luck, I will divorce your ass in
a heartbeat.” He chuckles and kisses me again. That’s when I realized that he
really had changed for me.