#wybrose

[maineventomega]

I DESTROY ME - WYBROSE WEB WEAVE

HEAVILY inspired by @divagrrlmoxley 's incredible web weave as well as the quotes from @codypunk's post. they are so normal about each other

(most quotes are unknown, but the song is VIOLENT VIRA vey saccharine)

[divagrrlmoxley]

TEAR EACH OTHER APART - DEAN AMBROSE & BRAY WYATT FEUD

Dante and Virgil in Hell, William Adolphe Bouguereau / @/wyattsdaily / Pulldrone, Ethel Cain / WWE Oct 31, 2014, Bray Wyatt / Crows, Andrew Wyet / WWE Nov 7, 2014, Bray Wyatt / WWE Oct 27, 2014, Dean Ambrose / WWE Dec 12, 2014, Dean Ambrose / WWE Nov 28, 2014, Bray Wyatt / Wishbone, Richard Siken

[codypunk]

speaking of wrestling quotes they're never going to recreate whatever the fuck wybrose were doing to eachother

[arrfrancis]

[moxfirefly]

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.

[resonating-kitty]

......

.......

I could rewrite Trouble and make Bray possessed by the Fiend/Man in the Woods spirit yet the spirit instantly takes a liking to the gutter rat looking stranger with a foul mouth and a smoking problem that shows up in town one day...

The spirit wants and it doesn't help that Bray, the man, also finds the stranger interesting and a matching flame to his own kindling.

Meanwhile Mox is just trying to hide from the gang out to get him, literally had to flee Cincinnati or become another body on the pavement. Literally he already has 99 problems... he doesn't have time nor does he want to deal with the freaky cult leader who seemed to like him and the monster thing thst keeps appearing at his window and cooing at him...

[toxiicpop]

also if y'all ain't seen the pic @wybrose did of my bloody disgusting husband for me you ought to cause it's the fucken BEST

[lancetuckershairgel]

#83 Drabble Challenge

Pairing: Bray Wyatt x Dean Ambrose Warnings: None For: @sisteradelaide

“Dean?” Bray spoke calmly, walking up behind the lunatic “What?” Dean groaned, rolling his eyes before turning around to face Wyatt “How is your shoulder?” Bray asked, reaching up to touch the ice pack resting on Dean’s injury “It’s fine” Dean grumbled “The pain in your eyes tells me you’re not fine” Bray mused, lifting his hand to run a finger along Dean’s jawline Dean pulled away, mumbling under his breath something Bray couldn’t quite make out. Bray sighed as he watched Dean struggle to gather his bags with one arm. “Let me help you” Bray offered “No.” “Little Lamb....” Bray took the bag from Dean and slung it over his shoulder, much to Dean’s dismay “I’m here to help you” “Yeah yeah, my savior from all the pain and misery I’m in” Dean rolled his eyes “Stop with the sass, Darlin’“ Bray warned “You’re always fighting me.” Dean shrugged his shoulders before realizing moving his injured one was a mistake. He winced in pain. “Let’s go” Bray gestured toward the door “I’m going out with Seth” Dean stated “Not tonight you’re not. I’m going to take you back to the hotel, rub you down, and you’re going to sleep” “I don’t wanna” Dean glared at the bigger man “Darlin’, you don’t have a choice” Bray said, turning to leave the locker room with Dean’s bag in tow. Dean huffed and followed, swearing and mumbling under his breath.