#ambreignee

[dragon-familiar]

Based on this.

[cynder-wolfy]

( @cookiethewriter wanted to be tagged. a short ambreignee (kind of?) fic where roman is helping dean get ready for his date w renee. but it’s really mostly ambreigns fluff. )

Dean peers at himself in the mirror, frowning even harder as he readjusts his hair again, the unruly dirty blond strands never seeming to behave at the best of times. Maybe he should slick it back for this one. But what if that’s too formal? His thoughts race, worry eating away at him as he sighs in defeat.

Roman appears at the doorway of the bathroom, leaning against the frame as he crosses his arms and smiles. Dean always gets like this on his date nights, a huge bundle of nerves and anxiety and Does my breath smell good? or Should I wear this instead? with no answer ever really seeming to end his worry.

Luckily, he has Roman to help, ‘else he probably would never even leave the house in the first place.

“C'mere Dean,” Roman says affectionately, getting his boyfriend’s attention. Dean jumps a little, looking embarrassed about getting caught fretting, but he goes over to Roman anyway and receives his world famous (to Dean) comfort hug, big arms wrapping tightly around his shoulders.

“You’re a lot more nervous than usual,” Roman observes, swaying them from side to side out of habit. He’s helped Dean through too many pre-date anxiety attacks to count, but he doesn’t mind. Dean usually always comes back home smiling from ear to ear, even if the date didn’t really lead anywhere.

“I just wanna look good, make an impression,” Dean mumbles into Roman’s neck, seeming to calm down even if just for the moment.

“You always looks good babe,” Roman replies, ruffling Dean’s hair a little bit.

“But I just want this one to be different,” he helplessly explains, sighing into Roman. But Roman understands.

Dean sometimes doesn’t get why he feels the way he feels, making it a little harder for Roman to navigate through all the different things and people that he meets sometimes, but that doesn’t stop him from trying, never has.

“Why’s that?” he prompts quietly.

“I don’t know. I just do,” he shrugs. Roman wasn’t expecting a different answer.

“Her name’s Renee right?” he asks.

“Yeah. A sports reporter or something. She’s so cute,” Dean nearly gushes, but he still sounds tired from the stress.

He pulls back  a little, still keeping Dean in his arms but bodies no longer touching. “Well, you have two hours to get ready, so I guess we’re right on schedule anyway,” he teases warmly. Dean punches his arm softly, though not taking any offense. He knows how bad he can get on date nights, but is still unable to help it.

“Can I just get drunk?” Dean says suddenly, a very common suggestion he has when he’s stressed. “I feel like I could-”

“Dean, no,” Roman sighs, shaking his head. “It’ll be okay baby. I just want you to be yourself,” he reassures, giving Dean’s forehead a soft kiss. “Be wacky. Be spontaneous. Be the Dean I know and love, the one I fell in love with all those years ago in high school.”

“…If I’d known you were gonna give me a movie speech I would have gotten drunk,” Dean mumbles without heat, causing Roman to chuckle.

“C'mon, that was hardly a movie speech,” Roman grins wide. “I’m saving that for later,” he adds, and Dean groans dramatically.

“You fucking weave poetry with your words like, every day. I still can’t believe you’re real sometimes,” Dean admits, shyly not meeting his face as he speaks.

“Well, I am, so get used to it,” Roman chuckles.

“I am,” Dean says, smiling softly with his mouth as he takes in his lover’s face.

“Better?” Roman asks after a few seconds of smiling back, bringing Dean back to the current situation. Most times he can usually bring Dean back from his over-anxiety before he leaves, and he’s relieved this is looking like it’s going to be one of those times.

“Better,” Dean nods, smiling wider.

“It’s a sports bar right? That’s a very causal place,” he inquires.

“Yeah,” Dean says. “It’s a lot better than the restaurant with that Canadian guy, that was a mess,”  Dean laughs a little, not seeming too bothered by it anymore, “but … I’m still just nervous. I’ll probably be fine. I don’t know.” Roman notices him slipping back into worry, and he brings him back by softly kissing his mouth.

“It’s okay. How about you come sit with me on the couch and cuddle till then?” he offers.

“Didn’t have to ask,” Dean beams gratefully at him.

Roman pulls him out of the bathroom and away from the mirror of anxiety, sitting with his back to the arm rest on the couch so that Dean could rest in-between his legs, probably the biggest little-spoon Roman has ever known. Roman can’t even remember a time that it was the other way around.

He puts on a movie they hadn’t finished yet on Netflix and wraps one arm around Dean’s waist while the other idly messes with his hair, a routine so natural to them that neither really seem to notice that they’re doing it.

It’s been like this for a few months now, Dean meeting people at bars or cafes or even just on the street. They had discussed it before, being open, put simply. It’s mostly for Dean, though Roman knows that it goes both ways. Roman’s never taken it personally.

Dean just has a lot of love to give, and Roman isn’t going to keep Dean from anything that could make him happy.

He hasn’t found anyone as of yet, but Roman is pretty much certain that one day he will, and maybe he’ll bring them home, and maybe they won’t leave after a few dates like most of them.

Roman’s ready for that too, knowing that even if he might not love the person as much as Dean will, he’s still willing welcome them and to share Dean’s love, because it really is a wonderful, wonderful thing, and he’d be selfish to keep it all to himself.

The time ticks away fast, Roman keeping track in-between his thoughts to ease Dean’s mind as they scroll for another movie to watch.

About halfway through it Roman sighs a little reluctantly, way too comfy to want to move, tugging at Dean’s hair to get his attention.

“It’s time babe,” he informs him.

“Oh shit,” he sounds surprised, standing up and stretching out the numbness of being in the same position for so long. “That went by fast,” he laughs nervously. “I still look ok right? Presentable?” he asks again. Roman will never stop being amused by how quickly his worry can spike.

“Yes, you idiot, you do. Stop trying  to sabotage this,” he says playfully.

“I’m not,” Dean says softly. “ I just feel …  I feel like I can’t miss this.”

“I don’t want you to either,” Roman replies after a few seconds of taking in Dean’s expression, believing his words and not asking for any more explanations. “Have fun on your date baby,” he gives Dean a kiss.

“I’ll try,” Dean cheekily kisses him back. Roman begins guiding him toward the front door and outside to the car.

“Remember, just be yourself,” Roman says as he opens the door for him, another routine they’d adopted since this change in their relationship.

“I will,” Dean nods. “Maybe this time I’ll actually work up the courage to use those pick up lines,” he shrugs, and Roman laughs, rich and warm. “I’ll probably be home before midnight. If plans change I’ll call you.”

“Thank you,” Roman awkwardly leans over the car door to kiss him one more time. “Now go apply that Ambrose charm!” he says, knowing it’s corny. That’s exactly why he says it.

Dean laughs good-naturedly, blushing like he does every time when Roman does that (this is pretty much the reason he does it), and gets into the car without a second thought, turning the engine on and waving to Roman as he begins reversing.

Roman waves back, watching Dean drive off with a warm chest, beaming at seeing Dean happy.

He wouldn’t have him any other way.

[cookiethewriter]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: World Wrestling Entertainment Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dean Ambrose | Jon Moxley/Roman Reigns/Renee Young Characters: Dean Ambrose | Jon Moxley, Roman Reigns, Renee Young Additional Tags: poly!ship, dean and renee are together, dean and roman are together, roman and renee are NOT together but are bros, ambreigns - Freeform, Deanee, look jon and renee are super cute, and dean and roman are dorky boyfriends, expect more of these three at some point too Summary:

And, the funny thing was that Renee had NEVER expected him to pick and choose, because she knew that in her heart of hearts that he didn’t love her LESS. It wasn’t her OR Roman, it was her AND him.

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whole thing in its entirety. will do more with this ship, yadda yadda be nice, yadda yadda. 

[cookiethewriter]

part one

part two

final part - gonna post the whole thing in its entirety over to AO3, so if you’d rather read it that way, it’ll be there shortly. for now, enjoy! (or don’t, don’t let me tell you what to do, you’re your own person and you’re hella rad for it.)

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Renee sits on the bed, a book in her lap, blonde hair slipping from its spot tucked behind her ear as she waits for her boyfriend and his boyfriend to hurry and come to bed already; she didn’t particularly mind that, the first night Roman’s there, he’s all Dean wants to do with. They don’t get to see each other much, so she lets them have their time, because she gets a little something from this, too.

Roman’s a warm sleeper. Heat radiates off him if he’s stationary for too long, so occasionally, he sleeps in the middle of the two of them and she gets to curve into his side and feed off it.

She hears the bathroom door open down the hall, and soon thereafter, Dean walks in with a souvenir Roman Reigns tee shirt on and a pair of shorts, hair wet and messy and face soft and tired. He climbs into bed, buries his face against her thigh, and it elicits a laugh out of her.

Not wanting to lose her place, she continues reading her book, dropping a hand into his hair. “Ready for bed, huh?”

Roman walks in then, a grin on his face when his eyes settle on the scene in the bed. “I dunno what’s cuter, him snuggling into you or him wearin’ my shirt.”

“I don’t snuggle.”

Renee rolls her eyes and looks down at him, and brown eyes meet brown as they come closer to the bed. “Just like he doesn’t wiggle.”

A groan escapes Dean then, and he bites Renee’s thigh in retaliation, to which she bats his head with the book before placing her bookmark – a piece of ripped paper with a bunch of dates etched on it – into it and setting it on the bedside table. 

Simultaneously, Roman climbs into the bed, laying on his side. Dean lays on his back, stretches his arm out so Renee can lay on top of it, and he pulls her into a kiss. 

When they break apart, Roman presses right up to Dean, putting some of his weight on him, and it does what he expects it would. 

Dean’s out in a matter of minutes, an arm around Renee and Roman pinning him down.

Reaching his arm up to brush some of Dean’s hair from his eyes, he reaches over to Renee, hand poised for a high-five. “Works every time.”

Renee reaches up, high-fives him back, and nuzzles up to Dean. “Welcome home, Roman.”

[cookiethewriter]

the thumb drive that i’d been saving my writing on disappeared from my sight for about 5 minutes and i very nearly panicked but i recovered bc i found it so now i’m gonna work on deadbeat and put up the next small installment of the ambreignee thing. 

(also i’ve decided untitled things i do is gonna go here. c: which i’ve been doing already, but now it’s like, on paper. except not on real paper, bu-- never mind. 

expect the next ambreignee in a few minutes, here.

[cookiethewriter]

this is my first - and definitely not the last - try with ambreignee. to preface this: it’s dean/roman and dean/renee, not roman/dean/renee, though roman and renee are really close. 

(there will be three short parts. if y’all like ‘em, i’ll work on something bigger at some point. c: )

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part one;

It hadn’t always been easy, loving Dean Ambrose.

Roman can remember a time when he very much did not - they fought, constantly, every day over every little thing and it nearly broke up the strongest faction in the company (at that time) - but it all seems like child’s play, now, as he walks into Dean and Renee’s Vegas home and immediately is met with a warmth that was like it had been there forever.

Dean, standing over Renee’s shoulder where she sat on their sectional sofa, his back to Roman, listening to her yammer on about a recipe she’d pinned on Pinterest that she wanted to try out. His face probably looked a lot like Dean’s in that moment - fond, warm, soft.

You didn’t see looks like that from a guy like Dean.

Dropping his suitcase by the staircase by the door and starting to untie his boots, Roman can’t quite seem to focus on one task, brown eyes shifting toward the scene in the front living room and his tangled laces before he finally frees his feet from the boots, putting them off to the side before he walks over and wraps his arms around Dean’s waist, his body immediately tense and hard before he sinks into the embrace.

“Thought you were comin’ tomorrow night?”

“I was. Then I started missin’ you more than I care to admit.”

Renee laughs at that, a sweet squeak in her voice as she looks up, warm brown eyes looking over the two men before she bats at Roman’s arm playfully. “You know you’re welcome here anytime. Reason’s thrown out the door when it comes to your boy, huh?” She looks at Dean then, threading her fingers in his as his face colors a faint pink, a little embarrassed, because Renee has always, always supported him, his heart, that it was big enough for just these two people.

Renee knows just how much Roman means to Dean. Roman knows how much Renee means to Dean.

That’s what’s made this whole thing just … work.

Roman moves away, but ducks in to drop a kiss to one of Dean’s flushed cheeks and delighting in the little hum and attempt at being insufferably stubborn when Dean tries to turn his face away, only for Renee to have knelt on the couch on the other side and pecked his other cheek.

They catch him in the middle, and he closes his eyes, sighs, shoulders drooping and smiling softly.

He’s finally whole.

[cookiethewriter]

-makes incoherent squeaky noises-

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3StO5Z4F4NQ&list=PLrVJYUCnsDlThgdKCx3Cjkouek-Vx95qQ

^ambreignee.

(there are only three mv’s for them! D: -is writing the thing now-)

[cookiethewriter]

oooooh man oh man. 

i have a hankerin’ for ambreignee.

BUT THERE ARE TWO FUCKING STORIES ON AO3. ONLY. TWO.

guess who’s gonna mcfreakin’ change that OH ME LOL