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Night of Champions. (The Shield Imagine.)

“So whether we’re friends or enemies, we’re gonna own the business.” -Dean Ambrose

Originally posted by itsactuallyallie

Since your debut into the WWE with Dean, Seth, and Roman as the Shield, the four of you have completely dominated the entire WWE locker room. You were considered untouchable in the women’s division, and even some of the men were frightened of you. Because despite being a woman, you were not afraid to fight the men if you really had to.

Tonight was the night the WWE Universe has been looking forward to the most, WWE Night of Champions pay-per-view. And it was also looked at as Night of the Shield. Seth and Roman were competing for the WWE Tag Team Championships, Dean was defending his United States Championship, and you were competing for the WWE Diva’s Championship in a fatal 4-way match against AJ Lee, Nikki Bella, and Natalya.

Even though the four of you were considered heels by the company, the WWE Universe fell in love with the Shield and they were all rooting for you to win. As flattering as it was to know that, it also scared the living hell out of you. The last thing you wanted was to let your fans down, and the pressure only added more weight to your shoulders. As you sat on a table in a random hallway backstage, already dressed in your Shield gear and lost in your thoughts, you failed to realize Dean heading in your direction until he said your name. Causing you to jump a bit and snap back into reality.

“Y/N, you alright?”

You nodded. “Just a little nervous I guess.”

He furrowed his eyebrows together. Never once had he ever heard you say you were nervous about anything before. “Why are you so nervous?”

You shrugged and looked down at your feet. “It just feels different this time. I’ve never had this much pressure set on just me before. When I’m with you guys, it’s comforting. But now that I’m doing this by myself, I just feel like if I lose tonight then I’m going to let everyone down. And I don’t want to do that.”

As you spoke, the pitch in your voice began to rise and you were hyperventilating, so Dean stood in front of you and gently grasped your shoulders. “Y/N, Y/N, breathe. Just breathe.” He started to breathe in and out slowly and you followed his lead until you calmed down. “Better?” He smiled and you nodded. “Listen to me, you’re stressing over nothing. You’re the most badass woman in the game right now and I’m not just saying that. You’ve done much more than any of the women in this company combined. There’s a reason why you’re the favorite to win tonight. And you will win. And when you do, Roman, Seth and I will be out there to celebrate with you. There’s no doubt in anyone’s mind. You got this. Don’t think otherwise.”

You smiled and nodded at Dean. He always knew what to say to make you feel better, and secretly that’s what made you favor him the most out of all three of the guys. Dean understood you better than anyone, and he made you feel so special. You hopped onto your feet and Dean embraced you in one of his famous hugs. You closed your eyes and rested your head on his chest.

“Thank you Dean. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You whispered. And with that, you felt Dean squeeze you a bit tighter.

As the night went on Seth and Roman successfully gained the Tag Team Championships, Dean successfully retained his championship, and your match is the co-main event of the evening. The competition has been fierce so far. You almost successfully pinned AJ Lee three times, but the first time Nikki interrupted the count. The second time AJ kicked out, and the third time was almost the charm until Natalya interrupted the count.

AJ gave Natalya a dropkick to get her to roll out of the ring, then Nikki grabbed AJ and threw her out of the ring in Natalya’s direction and delivered a suicide dive through the middle of the ropes, only for AJ Lee and Natalya to catch her. And you quickly raced to the top turnbuckle and delivered your famous Shooting Star Press to all three ladies at the same time. Causing all of you to fall to the floor and the WWE Universe chant “holy shit”.

You were the first one up out of all of the women. Nikki and Natalya were out cold and AJ was starting to push herself up slowly. You immediately grabbed her by the hair and pulled her into the ring. She was still stunned from the Shooting Star Press, so you quickly kicked her in the stomach and lifted her over your shoulder to successfully deliver the Widow’s Peak in the middle of the ring, a move made famous by former WWE Diva Victoria. The WWE Universe were on their feet and cheering so loud that you didn’t realize until the bell rang that you had won the match.


The sound of her announcing your name seemed so surreal, and you didn’t believe any of it until the referee handed you your new championship. You jumped up for joy and smiled so proudly as you raised the title with one hand and the referee raised your other hand in victory. Not long after, you felt the sudden embrace from behind you. It was Dean. He, Seth and Roman ran to the ring as soon as the victory bell rang. You turned around and embraced each of them with tears already running down your face.

“Congrats baby girl! I knew you could do it.” Roman said.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Seth added as he hugged you.

Dean smiled at you and hugged you before sitting you on his shoulders. You smiled at the crowd as they continued to cheer for all four of you. You raised your championship belt above your head with both hands as Dean, Roman, and Seth each held a fist out in front of them and centered them together. A sight no one would ever forget.

Show Me What You’ve Got

Pairing: Seth Rollins x Reader

Word Count: 896

Warnings: The ending is the slightest bit suggestive.

Summary: While training, Seth underestimates your power.

A/N: Don’t worry, I’m still here! I got a little stumped with this one, but I hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by vaniwin

*Not my GIF*

Whenever you ran into Seth Rollins, you always had to prepare yourself for his critique. It was never constructive criticism, just anything he could say to get into your head. Every word he said only added fuel to the fire that burned inside of you. Though, nothing compared to the rage that spread throughout your body when Triple H told you that you had to team up with Seth to further advance the Authority storyline. Not only that, but the so called “Future of WWE” insisted that he should train you to lessen the chances of you making the Authority look weak in the ring.

“Alright, show me what you’ve got he sneered, “And I swear, if you mess anything up, you’re in for it”

In that fixed second between the standoff and fighting, you met his gaze. You felt drawn to his alluring chestnut brown eyes…
In that following instant, you attempted to swing your fist, only to have your arm be caught.

"Didn’t see that one coming” he said in a sarcastic tone.

You gritted your teeth at Seth and your knuckles turned noticeably white from clenching them too hard. You lifted your free hand and delivered a hard blow to his jaw, enough to send Seth stumbling back with his face in hand. You took advantage of this and continued to hammer away, delivering multiple hits to his head. While Seth wandered aimlessly around the ring, you quickly climbed up the turnbuckles, ready to perform a crossbody. You took the leap of faith and much to your dismay, Seth caught you and slammed you onto the mat. As you rolled back into a corner of the ring, you were met with a jolt of pain that ran down your back. It took a few moments to completely catch your breath.

“Tired already? Can’t say I expected anything more, especially from you” Seth scorned.

You narrowed your eyes at him as he continued to throw insults at you.

“I didn’t think it was possible, but you hit softer than Reigns and Ambrose!” he laughed.

There was a momentary flare of anger that flashed in your eyes. Sure, Seth was your typical tall, dark and handsome guy, but a pretty face wasn’t going to get him out of this.

“That was just a warm-up” you said, cracking your knuckles.

Seth remained unimpressed. The blood rushed through your veins as you felt a kick of determination and anger starting to take over. Seth reached out his hand to help you up, but you had other things in mind. Instead of taking his hand, you gave him a hard kick to the abdomen. You showed Seth a condescending smile. You swiftly got back to your feet and charged over to him. You attempted to give him a few more blows to the head, but he caught your arms again.

“Now we’re talking!” Seth said.

You struggled for a bit, but eventually you gave him a headbutt. You grabbed Seth by the hair and tossed him into the turnbuckles. There you continued to deliver multiple blows to the head and added more kicks to the assault. Seth, however, slowly gained back his momentum and pushed you away from him. You tried charging back only to have him give you a mighty knee to your abdomen and push you face first back into the turnbuckles. You quickly spin around only to spot Seth taking off his shirt and tossing it outside of the ring. You silently gasped as you’re exposed to his chest. Saying that Seth had a muscular and well-toned body was by far an understatement. Love or hate the guy, his chiseled chest was drool-worthy.

“Now you’ve really got me riled up, Y/N!” he chuckled.

Seth charged at you, but you dodged and he ran straight into the turnbuckles.

“Don’t act surprised!” you called out.

Seth staggered to the center on the ring, holding his head again. You were certain the many blows to the head were catching up with him now. You proceeded to get into handstand position and give him a devastating headscissors takedown. You stood over Seth and gave him a menacing grin.

“Time to finish you off” you murmured to yourself.

You backed up into a corner of the ring, held the ropes and stomped your foot a couple of times, waiting for Seth to finally get up. As soon as he did, you shuffled and gave him a brutal superkick straight to the head. When you saw him lying unconscious in the middle of the ring, your first instinct was to get the pin. You straddled him and held down his shoulders.

“1… 2… 3!” you cheered.

Seth’s eyes darted open.

“What?!” he gasped.

“Don’t worry, Rollins” you teased, “I won’t tell anyone that you got beat up by a girl!”

The two of you shared a few laughs, but then you really looked at him. Sharp jawline, well-defined… What does this guy not have? You and Seth wrestled a bit more until he eventually rolled you over and ended up on top of you.

“You know what, Y/N? You’re actually much better than I thought” he admitted “Maybe we could have a second go later?…”

You blushed. Seth may have swooned you over this time, but you weren’t about to let him know that. Or for the time being at least…

If the Shield ever do reunite, it’s going to be after an EXTREMELY long period of the boys begrudgingly doing things for and with each other. Maybe Kurt makes the matches, maybe it’s similar to tonight where Miz called out Dean AND Seth. But either way, if there is going to be a reunion, it needs to start with Seth owning up to his shit and making an effort to fix things. And I WANT it to take a long time. Hell, have it last all year, even. Have it be up and down. Have them fight again every once in a while, because that’s bound to happen in a redemption story. Because ultimately that’s what this is, Seth trying to gain redemption. He’s gotten “redemption” with “us” but now he needs to earn redemption with Dean. And it might end up Seth doing things to annoy Dean accidentally like losing a match to him because he doesn’t want to fight anymore or saving him in the Royal Rumble or something. The possibilities are endless but there needs to be something. Most notably an actual apology. Because that interaction tonight was very important.

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all i want is a well written ambreigns high shool au fic with jock roman and comic book nerd dean is that too much to ask for? PLEASE WRITE THIS

okay so like I hate/love this and there’s def gonna be more parts but here you go love

“You’re just like Flash Thompson, and I’m Peter Parker.”

 Roman spun around to face the one who said that. The young Samoan was greeted with a pale face adorned in blood trickling cuts and vibrant blue eyes, one in particular surrounded by a bruising wound. Despite the injuries, a cheeky smile was plastered on the victim’s face, as if he was proud of what he just said.

Minutes ago, Roman walked into the lunchroom with friend Seth Rollins by his side, carrying their trays to sit with the Authority - Pensacola High’s football team. The team along with their cheerleader girlfriends sat comfortably by their table, the boys flinging pieces of fries at each other childishly as their girlfriends chatted on the recent gossip.  The captain of the Authority, Hunter, acknowledged Roman and Seth with a holler, “And here he comes! The one and only, Roman Reigns!” The table erupted into roars of cheers and shouts, all applauding Roman for the Authority’s recent game the previous Saturday where Roman scored the touchdown. Seth joined in the applauding, patting his friend with his free hand as they both sat down. “Oh c’mon guys,” Roman said with a laugh. “Are you guys going to do this every time I enter a room?” The entire team laughed at the quarterback’s comment, although Roman was beginning to find it – along with the entire school body – quite annoying. “But Roman what you did there was unbelievable,” Cody Rhodes was still in complete awe from last Saturday. “You were running as if in the speed of light!” “Only you would know the actual speed of light,” Ted DiBiase Jr. commented as he dogged down his burger. Cody was swift to defend his knowledge. “It’s 299,792,458 meters per second.” “Oh look at Dusty’s boy, he really does hit the books after all!” Ted snapped back with a grin. Cody almost jumped off his seat until Hunter pushed him down.  “Guys, guys, guys!” Hunter shook his head. “This isn’t about who’s smarter than who, it’s about Roman!” “Please,” Roman forced a smile. “That was three days ago guys, shouldn’t we be focusing on our next match?” Again the team broke into roars of laughter, not taking the young quarterback seriously. Stephanie McMahon, Hunter’s beautiful and devoted girlfriend, cut into the laughter. “You earned the team their first win in weeks, almost a month really,” Stephanie said as she sat on Hunter’s lap. “We have every reason to celebrate.” Roman’s brow rose, could Stephanie be saying what he thought she was saying? “That’s why this Saturday,” a smile widened on Stephanie’s lips as she said, “I am going to host a party at my place for the Authority’s big win!” 

“Oh God no.” Roman muttered his breath, his comment drowned in the cheering. “Roman!” Seth whispered excitedly in his friend’s ear. “We’re going to Stephanie McMahon’s house! Do you know who her dad is?” “Vince McMahon.” Roman answered dully. “Yes!” Seth grinned, “aka the richest man alive!”  Roman could all but smile at Seth; he could see his friend was most definitely excited and Roman would hate to see Seth upset if he refused going to the party. Seth wasn’t even part of the football team, frankly he was a nobody who just happened to be in the wrestling team but that was all. But through his friendship with Roman, Seth had gained popularity and recognition.

Roman looked up to see a grinning Stephanie and Hunter, their expression asking so what do you say?  Roman glanced at Seth before he turned to his teammates. “I can’t wait.” Instantly, the entire table broke into chats in what they were going to bring, wear, and do at the party which was still vaguely being planned out. Roman began devouring his burger when he felt a sudden tug on his ponytail. God he hated that.

“What the hell -,” Roman began but silenced himself when he turned his head.


Seth quickly focused his attention to his food. Prior to his sudden popularity, Randy along with his pals Kane and Dave Batista had the habit of rounding up a lone Seth and attempting to beat the life out of him yet Roman would always interfere. Because of that, Roman’s relationship with Randy has been strained.  

Randy’s intense pale blue eyes locked with Roman’s coffee colored ones. The stare was intense as none said a word, but Roman eased down when Randy flashed a small smile. “Congratulations on the touchdown.” “Thank you.” Roman said, turning his back to focus on his meal. Roman wasn’t comfortable with Randy being on the team, but Randy’s father was the star champion in his time so it was Randy’s duty to continue the legacy. Roman just had to deal with it.

Roman sipped on his milk carton, his eyes roaming the lunchroom trying to find something or someone to keep him entertained besides the chattering coming from his table. Nothing caught his interest. Hoping to see if Seth had anything interesting to say Roman turned his head but saw Seth scribbling furiously into his notebook, trying to finish his chemistry homework. Roman was contemplating to go outside until the sound of Randy snickering with his friends caught his interest. He couldn’t quite figure out what they were saying but he followed the direction where Batista’s finger was pointing, his gaze landing on a walking teenager clad in an oversized black hoodie with a tattered, yellowed Batman symbol adorned on it. The teen’s face was hidden but Roman could see scruffy, twisted dirty blonde hair stick out underneath from the hood.

Who was this kid? Roman felt a wave of concern for the teen wash over him when he saw Batista whisper something into Randy’s ear and a wide grin grow on Randy’s face. And what are they going to do to him?

Roman didn’t have any time react; before he knew it the teen suddenly collapsed and smacked the pavement face first. The teen’s tray was squashed underneath him, ruining his hoodie with the stains of tomato sauce and milk. Randy threw his head back, his mouth captivated with laughter. Hunter snorted as Stephanie snickered with her girlfriends. The entire table with the exception of Roman and Seth were in fits of cackling. “Holy shit is he okay?” Seth whispered to Roman. Before Roman could speak, it seemed the teen already answered Seth’s question as it got up on its legs. With the hood pulled back, Roman was able to see the teen’s vibrant, wild blue eyes, scruffy brown-golden hair equipped with growing stubble, and bleeding nose. The teen glanced at Roman for a mere second until it turned its attention to Randy - by smacking the back of his head.

Everyone’s laughter halted. Randy’s icy blue eyes widened for a second after the impact, his head turning slowly to face the bleeding teenager. “Did you fucking hit me?”

Roman could feel Seth clutch his wrist, a notion that should leave before all hell breaks loose. But Roman shook his hand free.

“Is my nose bleeding?” The teenager answered just seconds before Kane and Batista jumped off their seats, pinning the struggling and kicking teen against the wall with his arms. Randy immediately jumped into action, pounding his fists into the teenager’s face and stomach furiously. Hunter looked ready to join in but Stephanie placed her hand on his, a signal for not right now.

With every punch Randy delivered, the teen would sputter a laugh. “Is that all you got?”

Randy snapped. With his elbow, Randy jabbed it directly in the teen’s eye. The teen hollered in pain, his body writhing helpless under Kane’s and Dave’s grasp. Roman couldn’t handle it anymore, anymore punches and Randy was going to kill this kid. Roman avoided Seth’s grasp to hold him back as he ran after Randy, pulling him backwards roughly by the shoulders. “Randy, stop!” The instant Randy turn around, the teen kicked his leg up and smacked Randy directly in the back with his boot. Randy spun around and reared back, ready to deliver a punch right in the other eye until Roman grasped it. The teen was a bleeding, gasping mess as Roman saw him.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Randy attempted to rip his hand free but Roman’s grasp was tight. “Let go of me, Roman!” When Roman didn’t move, Randy slammed his fist into Roman’s cheek.

That was the final straw for Seth as he lunged forward from his seat and slammed onto Randy.

“Fight! Fight! Fight!” echoed in the lunchroom by everyone. Roman pulled off a raging and kicking Seth off a homicidal Randy, only to be speared by Batista. Cody decided to punch Ted on his remark earlier. And together, Kane and Randy were beating the living daylights out of the teenager. Someone would of have gotten killed if it wasn’t for Principal Lana to enter the scene, her thick Russian accent voice screeching “Stop!”  

Roman saw Dustin, Cody’s older brother, hauled his brother over his shoulder as students Kofi and Daniel were picking the beaten students who were dragged into the brawl. For the teen, he tried to escape the scene until Principal Lana pointed him out. “Someone take him to the nurse, now.”  No student moved, their fear of Randy Orton, amplifying their decision to leave the kid alone. When no one stirred, Principal Lana grunted in frustration. She spun around observing the students, trying to pick the less bloody when her eyes fell on Roman. “Roman, accompany Dean Ambrose to the nurse this instant!”

Dean’s blue eyes glanced at Roman’s; Dean was currently occupied with stuffing a napkin up his noise.

Not wanting to get into any more trouble – Roman already knew he was signed up for suspension – he quickly made his way towards the exit, titling his head as signal for Dean to follow. Dean obeyed.

The nurse ordered Dean to hold his head back to stop the blood flow as she examined Roman’s cheek and ribs. A big, black bruise tainted Roman’s abdomen and he was ordered to lie down. The nurse had 10 + students to check up on as well, but she was aware of the heated friction. “Roman and Dean, Room 101 is unoccupied. There is a bench there for you Roman to lie down on, and Dean you can seat wherever you want, just keep your head back.” The nurse opened the door for the two young men to leave. “And please, don’t kill each other.”

Room 101 was one flight upstairs. Roman avoided Dean’s gaze as they silently made their way upstairs and into the unlocked room. It wasn’t until Roman closed the door when Dean finally spoke.

“You’re just like Flash Thompson, and I’m Peter Parker.”

Roman was expecting a “Thank you” or a “Why did you help me?” Something amongst those lines but not that.

“Who?” Roman perked an eyebrow. 

“Flash Thompson.” Dean answered in a matter of fact way as if Roman should’ve known who he was talking about.

Roman clutched his aching abdomen as he walked to the bench. “I don’t know who you’re talking about, Dean.” 

“Flash Thompson from Spider-Man,” Dean sat on the edge of the teacher’s desk, crumbling the bloody napkin since the bleeding has stopped. “He was a jock, y’know like those assholes who fucked me up today, so I’m like Peter Parker, right?” Dean didn’t wait for Roman to say anything, he continued anyway. “But the thing is Flash Thompson, actually helped Peter out; sure he’d beat him up once in a while but in the end, he stood up for the guy. Even in when he lost his legs, but it’s all good because he bonded with the Venom symbiote so now he’s a good guy.”  

Roman was speechless. What the hell is this kid talking about?

“Um cool.” That was all that Roman managed to say.

But Dean wasn’t finished. “But now that I think about it, you’re not really Flash Thompson. You’re more of a Bruce Banner type of guy.”

Now that was a name Roman has heard before, “The Hulk, right?”

Dean nodded his head, “Yeah, yeah him!”

“So am I a big angry green monster?” Roman chuckled.

Roman immediately regretted his question because Dean went into a 10 minute explanation and philosophy course of how Roman’s quietness was parallel to the humble, meek Banner but on the field where Roman went – quote: “a titanic mass of  god given power”  - and how it was similar to the Hulk.

Roman could see Dean was getting a kick out of showing off his comic book knowledge; he couldn’t believe this kid was for real.

“So which storyline do you follow for the Hulk?” Dean asked suddenly.

Roman laughed too quickly. “Nah, I don’t read Marvel comics but as a kid, I’d watch Lou Ferrigno as the Hulk on TV.”

“What about Lynda Carter’s Wonder Woman?” Dean asked with a wink.

Roman smiled, “I was and is still in love with her.”

The two students – who have never interacted ever before – both laughed. It was in the conversation that the two students had forgotten their wounds.

“So what DC comics do you read?” Dean crossed his arms.  “You said you don’t read Marvel comics.”

“Well I,” Roman was looking for the right words. “I haven’t read a comic book in ages, but when I used to, it was always Superman.”

“Superman?” Dean said with a clear hint of disgust “Oh god, why Superman?”

Roman was taken back. “I’m assuming I have a Superman hater.”

Dean pulled his spoiled Batman sweatshirt. “Um hello, Batman kicks ass.”

“Batman doesn’t even have superpowers!” Roman argued.

“That’s what makes him so much interesting,” Dean was full on defending his hero. “Superman is so boring, he always gets the girl, has all the perfect superpowers, and you’re going to tell me that no one knows his secret identity when all he wears are glasses and slicks his hair to the left!”

“Okay the third point I agree on.” Roman confessed. “But if you were to put those two together who would win?”

“Batman won against Superman!”


Dean didn’t even pause; in perfect harmony he described Dark Knight Returns without skipping a beat.

After a moment of silence, Roman spoke up.

“I’ll be damned.”

Dean grinned to himself, his smile reading I just educated you in a cocky way.

“I guess you win, Dean.” Roman gave up. “Congratulations.”

Dean smiled but winced in pain, “Shit, everything hurts.”

“Welcome to the club.” Roman his mouth to ask Dean how he knew all this knowledge, he was impressed nevertheless, when suddenly.

Where the fuck is Dean Ambrose?”

Randy Orton’s voice echoed the empty hallways.

Dean sighed.

“Not this shit again.”


Dude was in the main event not even thirty minutes before this was taken, yet he still came over to the mob of fans and signed for as many people as he could. He was also the only person that came over and signed for people.

Could you imagine if Seth was out in the ring with his Championship, supposedly making a speech after winning at Wrestlemania. Stephanie and Triple H think that he’s going to thank them, but then he’s like:

“Stephanie, Paul, do you know what’s best for business? Making you believe.”

He’d pause and then continue:

“Make you believe that after all this time that the Shield was dead. That it was destroyed and gone forever.”

Seth gaining that smirk we all know and love. The Shield theme song hits, Roman and Dean coming down from the crowd to join him:

“..but let me tell you. Justice is ALWAYS served.”

They do their fists together.

The Shield is back.

We all die.

[I thought of this last night trying to go to sleep. I can’t even with myself.]