I just realized that dean is totally that guy that you would sit and watch as he like works on a car outside or works in his garage with his shirt off, all while sipping some kind of delicious alcoholic beverage.
Request: heyy! I have this really different idea about a girl thats a tour bus driver for WWE and she drives groups of superstars/divas around while theyre touring. maybe a story where her and Dean Ambrose like each other, and maybe the rest of the superstars/divas on the bus with them try to hook them up? sorry if its too big of a request!!! thanks!! :D Word Count: 1623 Warnings: Couple Swears, One Adorable Lunatic Fringe ;)
A/N: I actually like bigger requests, as I get more of an idea of what you want and how to go about it, I’ll never tell someone off for sending in a big request. Also, I’m not sure about the ending of this one, it might need a Part 2 ;) Hope you like myserpentbloodcanstrike-socold!
I was done with college football teams, they are way too rowdy. I was sick of the parties, I was sick of the bus being trashed and I was sick of the disrespect. So now, I was trying my hand with wrestlers. After ending my contract with the Oklahoma Bulldogs I had eventually found work in WWE. It was 50 weeks on the road but I didn’t mind, it’s not like I had a family to go back to.
I had met the other driver, Wilson, who would be ferrying around the Red Team of Superstars and Divas. He seemed like a pretty nice guy, although this would be his last tour with WWE after working with them for 15 years. So I guess if I stayed on next year, I would be working with a different driver.
I was pulled from my thoughts when I heard footsteps crunching outside and distant voices. As they got closer and I could make out their faces, I flicked open the doors to let them inside. I got up from my seat to see if anyone needed any help with luggage. I almost chuckled at the thought of these big burly guys and girls needing help with luggage but I went out to help anyway.
“Anyone need any help?” I asked brightly. All of them snapped their heads in my direction.
“Sorry sweetie, we can’t really take pictures right now.” Natalya said as Cesaro put her suitcase in the compartment for her.
“We’re on a tight schedule.” Daniel Bryan chipped in as Nikki Bella rolled her eyes at him.
I inwardly sighed. I should be used to this now, but it still frustrates me. Everyone expects an old balding, horizontally challenged man, with rank BO and an easy smile. They don’t expect a girl, barely twenty-
“Guys give it a rest, she’s the driver.” Dean Ambrose said. Everyone seemed to quirk a brow.
“Uh yeah, I am. Thanks for loading your own luggage, so now if you would like to get on the bus we can start moving, because as Daniel Bryan here said,” I gestured to him. “We have a tight schedule.” I finished, climbing on board and slipping into the drivers seat.
All the superstars and divas ushered themselves on the bus, not saying a word to me, chattering amongst themselves. Probably discussing the sex of their bus driver at length. Dean though, he came on last and after I closed the doors, he leaned on my seat as I reversed out of the parking lot and followed behind Wilson’s bus.
“So, I didn’t quite catch your name before.” He grinned, leaning down ever so slightly so I got a whiff of his cologne.
“Y/N. And don’t worry, I know who you are.” I said, casting a side glance at him, he smirked.
“Hey Dean! You coming or what?” Someone called from somewhere in the bus, probably Roman.
“See ya later darlin’.” He said, patting my seat twice before heading to the back of the bus.
I was kind of glad he was gone, I had to keep my eyes on the road, and he was awfully distracting.
“Finally! Did you get lost looking for the bathroom or something?” He asked as I slumped down onto the seat next to him, leaning on the table.
“Nah, I was talking to the new driver.” I said as I heard Xavier Woods singing, for the umpteenth time today, forgot Seth Rollins, he’s the one that never shuts up.
“You like her, don’t you?” Roman asked, crossing his arms against his chest.
“I just met her Roman, we’ve barely exchanged 6 sentences.” I said, brushing him off.
“You didn’t answer me question.” Roman said. I sighed.
“Okay yeah, I like her.” I admitted.
“Like who?” I heard Paige’s voice and looked up to see Paige, Nikki, Nattie and Alicia had been listening in.
“Fuck.” I said, as they all sat down across from us, big grins in their faces.
“Spill.” Alicia said, the whole bus was going to know if I told these girls.
“You’ve got to tell us now.” Nikki purred, batting her eyelashes at me.
“Alright fine.” I said banging my fist on the table. “I like Y/N.” They all looked confused and I sighed. “The bus driver.”
“Ohhhh.” They all chorused in unison.“
“She is very pretty.” Nattie said.
“Wait, is this the same bus driver that Ziggler’s chatting up right now?” Paige asked. The whole group looked to the front of the bus, including me. To see Y/N and Dolph, smiling and laughing.
“That spaghetti haired son of a bitch.” I muttered, well I thought I did, but the group erupted into laughter.
“Wow you really do like her.” Roman said.
“Don’t worry Ambrose, the girls have got this.” Paige said, gesturing to herself and the other three.
“Yeah, sure.” I snorted.
Ugghh, I was starting to think Dolph would never leave. He had been standing next to my seat prattling on about Nikki Bella for what must have been the past 20 minutes as we were now on the highway. It was cute and all, but Nikki wasn’t single, so I just smiled, laughed and didn’t say much either way. Eventually he grew tired of ranting about his love for the divas champ and left. Only for Nikki herself to pounce on me, Paige, Alicia and Nattie in tow.
“It’s Y/N right?” She asked. I nodded in response. “What made you go into bus driving? I mean it can’t be fun spending that much time away from your boyfriend.”
“Is that your round about way of asking me if I’m single?” I asked, quirking a brow. Nikki looked defeated.
“Yes, yes it was. So are you?” Alicia asked shoving Nikki out of the way. I had to laugh at the girl’s antics.
“Yep, and I know that you aren’t asking for you.” I said, pointing my finger in the general direction of Nikki as I kept my eyes on the road. “So who are you asking for?”
“Okay look, I’m just going to be honest with you because you look like a pretty cool girl.” Paige said, making her way to the group. “Dean Ambrose likes you but he doesn’t have the balls to ask you out because- girls what was the bullshit he said?”
“It was, ‘We’ve barely exchanged six sentences’ at least that’s what he told Roman.” Nattie piped in.
“So after exchanging barely six sentences with Dean would you mind if he asked you out?” Paige questioned as all the girls fell silent to hear my answer. I thought about it, I thought about him, the lopsided grin, the floppy hair tucked under his baseball cap, he certainly was easy on the eyes.
“He seems like a nice guy, we’ll be on the same bus anyways, why not?” I said praying I didn’t answer too quickly. A high pitched “YEEEESSSSS” came from the girls as they scampered back into the bus. Well this could either end very well, or I may get fired. Either way, it was time for a pit stop.
As the bus pulled into a gas station the girl’s told me all about their conversation with Y/N, Roman nodding his head in approval beside me.
“So you likes me too?” I asked hopefully. This was a stupid crush I kept telling myself. I barely know her.
“She certainly wasn’t opposed to the idea.” Nikki smiled. The bus came to a stop and I stood up.
“Go get her tiger!” Alicia said. Every one else came off to stretch or to buy some snacks for the long road ahead. I saw Y/N fuelling up the bus and I made my way over. This would probably be the one and only chance I got to ask her without the others butting in. I took a deep breath and-
“You finally grew a pair then?” She asked smirking at me. Well this was unexpected. Her smile seemed to grow as she noticed how flustered I was.
“Uh yeah, remind me to kill those four.” I said trying to hold her gaze but failing. She must have filled the tank because she removed the pump, clicking the fuel cap back into place. She made her way over to the kiosk, I trailed behind her like a little, lost puppy. “Do you want to grab dinner in the next town? It’s Cincinnati, so I know a couple places.” I stuck my hands in my pockets bashfully.
“I would love to.” She said kissing my cheek, smiling. “All you had to do was ask.”
‘’I owe pro wrestling. It’s the only reason I’m still alive, and it pisses me off, and it makes me sick, everybody else thinks wrestling owes them something. All the time, me me me, I should be champion, I should be a featured performer, I shouldn’t be paired with this guy in a team, I should get more mic time, I should get this, whatever. I love pro wrestling, and I owe pro wrestling. It doesn’t owe me anything. Because it’s given me the only thing that makes me happy, the only high in this world that makes it worth getting up out of bed every day, and when it hits my bloodstream, and it courses through my veins, and explodes in my heart and the warm feeling coming over my brain, the whole world makes sense. And that’s what I owe pro wrestling’’