WWE Stories

Well my life was taken over by the WWE and The Shield so here we are. I mostly write for Ambrollins and Ambrollins Reigns. Requests: Open / •Closed Masterlist

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Me, foolishly: I’m gonna write!

*opens doc with all my fic ideas*

*rereads every idea*

Me, closing my docs: Well, that was fun!

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I know I’ve kinda been mia since 25 Days I’d Ambrollins but more fics are coming I promise. Writing every day for 25 days straight takes up a lot of energy and inspiration lol. Anyway recent happenings have sparked the inspiration I’ve been lacking so stay tuned!!

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Use Me -Chapter 1: A Good Day Gone Bad

Paring: Dolph Ziggler X Original Female Character

Warnings: none in this chapter

Summary: Hazel is Dolph’s valet - for now. Bigger and better things are coming, far above being a valet for the show-off. When she calls to tell her boyfriend of two years the good news, things go from being an amazing day to the worst day of her life.

Word Count: 2,294

Hazel sat at the set up wooden table in catering, her phone in hand and a plate that once held her lunch sitting before her. She was eating before her appearance that night on Raw as a valet for her best friend. She wasn’t quite sure just where her storyline was going with that role as Dolph’s kayfabe love interest, that was until ten minutes ago. She had actually just had a meeting with creative to talk about where they were going next with her ring persona and she was eager to tell her best friend what they had decided for her.

“Hey there, dollface,” she heard besides her. Dolph pulled out the chair next to Hazel and took a seat with a plate of food in his hand, “You ready for tonight?”

Hazel locked her phone and set it down on the table. She turned towards him and smiled, “Sure am,” she said excitedly.

“Woah, I’m not that exciting. Where is this energy coming from?” he asked as he ate.

Hazel bit her lip, “Exciting things are happening, Dolph. Exciting things,” she told him.

“Well, can I know what exciting things?” he asked.

Harper contemplated, “Nah, I think I’m gonna make you wait like everyone else.”

He playfully pushed her arm, “Jerk.”

“Hey, not even Justin knows. All I can say is that good things are coming, my friend,” she stole a fry from his plate and popped it in her mouth with a smile.

“Speaking of your boytoy, how is her?” Dolph asked. He and Justin were acquaintances at best, not having much time to hang out and become friends, but they liked each other well enough. Justin hadn’t exactly been thrilled that Dolph would be kissing his girl, but he understood that it was work and nothing more.

“He’s okay. I haven’t actually talked to him all day. Actually, we haven’t talked other than texting in a few days but I understand, we’re both fairly equally busy. I’ll call him when we get to the hotel later tonight. Now come on, we got a match to get ready for.” Hazel stood and got rid of her paper plate, then headed off to the locker room to get ready for the night. Her valet look was simple, yet so cute. A black skater skirt, a hot pink pin-up crop top and hot pink doc martens. When they first came up with the love interest storyline for her and Dolph, they decided that her outfit should match up with his own, so the choice for hot pink was obvious. She headed out to get into hair and makeup when she was joined by Dolph.

“Hey, good lookin’. I gotcha something,” Dolph said as Hazel took a seat in the makeup chair. He held up his hand and Hazel realized a necklace dangled from his clasped hand. It was his pendant, a hot pink DZ printed on a black background.

She took it with an excited yelp, “Dolph! This is so cute! I’ve never seen this before,” she said as she clasped it around her neck.

“It’s brand new, just came in. Merch table had some in stock so I snagged one for ya, figured it’s not only a great addition to your look but also some free advertisement.” He gave her his wide, cheesy grin as she shook her head at him.

“Ah, there's the truth. You’re just using me for advertising your new stuff,” she scolded him.

He shrugged, “Guilty as charged. Hey, I’m gonna go find Rowan and Ryback, I’ll see you in a bit when you’re done,” he said and took off. Hazel talked with the hair and makeup team as they worked; the makeup was some pretty nude colors, but obviously, a bit overdone so it would read on camera and the hair, they decided, was up in a high ponytail. When they gave her the all clear, she took off towards the gorilla in search for her boys.

“Hey guys,” she said as she found Dolph standing with his Team Cena buddies.

“Hi there, pretty lady. Don’t you know how to not show up the rest of us?” Ryback said as she stood next to her partner.

She laughed, “You guys, you’ll make me blush,” she told them. The four had become fairly close since Dolph, Ryback and Rowan had joined Cena and Big Show to take down The Authority. They had won, her kayfabe boo being the only remaining member of the team, but Seth had threatened Edge’s life and well, John had no choice but to give him what he wanted: The Authority back. Now they had to face the music, Hazel included because she had backed Dolph.

“We’re all set,” a crew member told the group. Rowan went out first, then Ryback, then Dolph with Hazel at his side. The crowd was in an uproar, cheering for Team Cena (minus John, who never seemed to be around after Survivor Series) and booing Team Authority. They entered the ring, Dolph entering first and then helping Hazel in after him by taking her hand and stepping on the bottom rung.

The Authority rubbed it in that John let them down and that they were back, so actions had to be taken to punish the team that opposed them. They went down the line and doled out the punishment, Rowan getting thirty days suspension, Ryback getting sixty and Dolph getting ninety. When they made it to Hazel, they debated on the mic about what to do about her.

“Well, she didn’t exactly have anything to do with the match, per se, but she did express her support for the cause and even came out here during the event,” Seth argued, stepping towards her slowly and almost seductively. “I mean, why shove such a pretty face into the dark for any number of days. A face like that should be seen every day if you ask me,” Seth looked down at Hazel, his face rather close to her own.

Dolph put his arm around Hazel’s waist and pulled her closer to him, “Back it up, pal. That’s my girl you’re undressing with your eyes,” Dolph warned.

Seth smiled and took a few steps back and turned to converse with his team members to themselves. Once they were done, they turned back and focused their attention on Hazel, “After some consideration, we came to a solution. You have one of two options: Fifteen days unpaid leave, and once you return we make your life a living hell. Or, you ask for forgiveness and join Team Authority,” Triple H told her. As she went to respond, he held up his hand, “Oh, and if you join us, all the remaining members of Team Cena will get off scot-free. No suspension, no unfair matches, nothing. You join us, you save them.”

Hazel chewed her lips and Dolph pulled her so she could look at him. He urged her against it, telling her that he’d be fine and that they could take it. Ryback and Rowan seconded him and told her not to do it. Hazel turned back, “Do you know why I supported Team Cena in the first place? It’s because I believed in the cause, because like my friend Rowan here, I don’t like bullies and you lot are the biggest bullies I’ve ever had the misfortune to deal with. If I do this, if I join you, I turn against everything I believe in. So no, I and my teammates would rather take our suspension if you don’t mind.” She dropped her arm down to her side and stepped back.

“We’re sorry to hear that, we really are. You’re an asset that could thrive here on Team Authority, but we’ll give you one last chance to change your mind. We need some time to think things through,” Steph said and turned back to the group. They left the ring and kept walking until they made it to the entrance stage, “Okay, we’ve had some more time to talk and we decided not to suspend you at all. No, in fact, we decided that instead of that, you’re all fired!” Steph declared. Hazel paled and looked to her friends in shock, then understanding overcame her face; her last chance to change her mind.

“Wait!” Hazel exclaimed, “Wait! Don’t fire them, I’ll join you!” she yelled, her free hand up in the air in surrender, “If you promise not to fire them, I’ll join you.”

Dolph spun to her in shock, as did Rowan and Ryback, all three men telling her not to, “Don’t do this, please,” Dolph pleaded.

She pushed through them and stood in front of them, “I’ll join you.”

The crowd was loud with cries of disapproval and it made Hazel’s heart swell; they wanted her to stay face. A wicked grin broke out on the faces of Steph, Triple H and Seth. “That’s what I was hoping you’d say,” Steph said, “We accept.” Hazel left the ring and joined the open arms of Stephanie and then walked out with them, leaving her friends in the ring in shock and disappointment.

“That was so cool, did you hear how reactive that crowd was?” Hazel asked as she and the others broke through the curtain and into the backstage area.

“They sure do love you,” Seth told her with a grin, “But be ready for next show, and be prepared for the booing and the ‘you sold out’ chants they love so much,” he told her. She could tell it got to him a bit, the way the universe hated him so much. Hazel wouldn’t lie, she was little nervous about that reaction, it felt so good to be cheered and adored.

Shortly after, she was joined by her other friends, “Man, a little warning next time. ‘Big things coming’ indeed,” Dolph said as he came up behind her. She was talking with Show and Seth and didn’t see him coming.

“Sorry, I wanted to keep it as secret as possible,” she told him.

He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, “So I guess you won’t be needing the necklace,” he said with a chuckle.

She laughed, “Guess not, but it’s been fun wearing it while it lasted. I’m keeping it, by the way.”

“Theif, what else of mine do you wanna steal, huh?” he asked and poked at her side, “First my tank top, then Rowan’s sweatshirt, Ryback’s cut up shirt and now this?”

Hazel shrugged, “What can I say, I like supporting my boys.”

“Stealing our clothes is not the way to do it,” he exclaimed with a laugh. He turned his attention to Big Show and Seth, “Be careful with this one, articles of clothes will start to go missing when she’s around.” He lightly pushed her shoulder and then took off the change.

“A thief huh?” Seth asked with a grin, “That’s alright, I think I got a few sweatshirts you can steal if you want.”

“What can I say, I love comfy things and so things that are one or two sizes bigger than me are my favorite article of clothing,” she defended herself.

“If that’s what you’re after, I got a few things you can have,” Show commented, “I have a feeling my stuff is about five or six sizes bigger than you.”

“Hey, there you guys are. Come on, we’re all riding together to the hotel,” Kane called as he walked over, “Hazel, you’re with us.” She nodded and split from the group to get her things from the locker room, deciding that what she had on was good enough to wear to the hotel.

Once they were outside, however, she realized her mistake. It was freezing and she all but bolted to the car, much to the amusement of her team members. Kane helped her load her stuff up and then he got in the driver’s seat, Big Show sliding into the front seat after Hazel refused his offer for her to sit there. Seth laughed at her again and shrugged off his hoodie and passed it to her, “But what about you?” she asked.

He asked her off, “I’m pretty warm already and you’re practically wearing nothing, so please, I insist.” She slid on the hoodie and then pulled out her phone, shooting her boyfriend a text saying she would call him when they got back to the hotel. He didn’t respond, but she knew he had to be busy, probably in the shower or something.

When they arrived to the hotel in the next city over, Hazel was told she’d be staying with Seth while Kane and Show would be in the next room over. She was pretty relieved, she was friends with the other guys, but she was closer with Seth. They had known each other in NXT and she felt much more comfortable staying with him. Of course, she’d rather be staying with Dolph, but she knew that she had to stay with those she was seen with on screen for the sake of not breaking kayfabe. Seth muttered something about grabbing a shower before bed, so she used the time alone to call her boyfriend, Justin.

The call rang for a few moments before it picked up, “Hello?” a female voice answered.

Hazel’s heart picked up, but she remained calm, it sounded like his sister, Sarah, “Hey is that you Sarah?”

“No, this is Katelyn. Who is calling?” the girl responded. Katelyn, we didn’t know any Katelyns.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” Hazel asked, trying not to panic. As she waited, Seth emerged from the bathroom in his sleep clothes and threw her a curious look when he saw her face.

“Katelyn, I’m Justin’s girlfriend,” she responded.

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I’m taking a little break from writing Dean / Seth / Roman and have a little Dolph Ziggler series in the works. Excited about this one so stay tuned!!!

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Out for Lunch Chapter 2: Prove It.

Paring: Seth Rollins X Dean Ambrose X Roman Reigns

Warnings: SMUT, sooo much smut, daddy kink, oral, unprotected anal sex

Word Count: 2,613

tags: @ilzehs

Part 1

A/N: okay so this was only supposed to be Seth X Dean but I wanted to include Roman and I mean there was only one way that was gonna go sooo I’m sorry? (but also I’m not)

“Roman, settle this debate for me will ya?” Dean asked from his spot on the bed. Seth was laying on his stomach on the same bed, Dean was sitting with his legs crossed and faced the bed that Roman was sitting on, his back against the headboard. He looked up from his phone, “Do you think Seth is a top?”

Seth made a noise of protest, “Still on this, are you? Why don’t you believe me?”

Roman laughed, “No way, Seth is not a top.” Seth scoffed and looked at Roman offendedly.

“See, told you. You’re no top, no way. Now me, I have top written all over me,” Dean boasted.

Roman laughed again, “Try again,” he said with a chuckled. Now it was Dean’s turn to be offended, “Why are we even talking about this, by the way?”

“Seth saw a tweet today at lunch about if two people of the same sex are out to eat and the waitress sets the check down in front of you, she decided you’re the top. Seth thought it was true because whenever just him and I are out together the check almost always gets placed in front of him. I told him no way, the only reason he gets the checks is because he looks like someone with money,” Dean explained.

“So you think Seth looks like a sugar daddy?” Roman asked, his brows knit together.

Seth laughed as Dean groaned, “Whatever, the point is Seth claims he tops and I say no way,” Dean said.

“You can say whatever you like, but just know that you’re wrong,” Seth said.

“Hey, if you really want to settle this debate, you’re gonna have to prove it,” Roman said casually. Dean felt his face flush with heat at the thought. How could Roman say something so-

“Okay,” he heard Seth say before he was tackled to the bed, his body trapped under Seth’s, “I will.” He pressed his lips aggressively to Dean’s lips and smirked when he heard a moan coming from Roman’s spot on the bed. Seth shifted and straddled Dean’s lap when he felt Dean wouldn’t fight back, but as he was in an unsteady position, Dean turned and flipped them over. He grabbed up Seth’s hands in his and pinned them above Seth’s head as he took his turn dominating Seth’s mouth.

“Fuck,” Roman breathed as he watched the two duke it out for control.

Dean relented, sitting up to rid himself of his shirt, “Not so tough now, are you Rollins?” he asked cockily.

Seth just smiled and laughed, “So you got the upper hand once, it won’t happen again,” he said. He sat up and did away with this shirt, leaving both men in just their bottoms. Dean leaned down and closed the distance between them, Seth still in a sitting-up position, and Dean used this opportunity to scratch down Seth’s back.

The architect hissed, “Do it again,” he commanded and Dean obliged. While he liked playing the role of being in charge, he was just waiting for Seth to take the upper hand once more. He could feel his dick getting harder and harder by the minute, the moan that escaped Seth’s mouth doing nothing to ease the tension.

Finally, Seth pushed Dean off of him and onto his back, then stood and rid himself of his pants, “Pants off, now,” he demanded as he climbed into bed. Dean’s heart soared and he nodded, quickly ridding himself of the remaining clothes. Seth crawled back over to him and kissed him with a fierce passion, his hand skimming down Dean’s bare chest and stopping just short of where Dean wanted his hand the most. He broke the kiss and looked down, “So hard already. Do I turn you on that much?” Seth whispered as he took in the sight of Dean’s length.

Dean nodded, “You make me so fucking hard, Seth,” he panted, the anticipation almost too much to bear. A moan tumbled from his lips as Seth wrapped his large hand around the shaft and slow, teasingly, achingly stroked it a few times. Dean didn’t know how long he’d last, but Seth was so hot and Dean hadn’t jacked off in a week or two and Roman watching made him ready to burst right then and there.

“Mmh, so responsive for me. Do you want me to suck your dick, Dean?” Seth cooed. Dean didn’t trust his voice so he nodded in response, “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that.”

“Yes, please god yes,” Dean replied.

Seth smiled, “Hmm, I’m not sure I caught all that. What did you say?” he asked, now toying with Dean.

He growled, “Please, Seth. Fuck, please suck my dick,” he begged.

A wide grin spread on Seth’s face, “That’s more like it. Love to hear you beg for me,” he said and then made his way down Dean’s body. He settled in between Dean’s legs and placed soft, chaste kisses on the insides of Dean’s thighs, grinning at the moans that his soft actions produced. He licked his palm and fingers, then wrapped the hand around Dean’s dick once more. He stroke it a few teasing times, his eyes never leaving Dean’s face that was twisted in pleasure.

“God damn, that’s a damn fine sight,” Roman commented.

“Don’t just sit over there, come get a closer look,” Seth prompted, a smirk on his lips. He turned his attention back to Dean, “Open your eyes,” he said. Dean obeyed and looked down at Seth. Seth held his gaze as he lowered his mouth to place a kiss on the tip of Dean’s dick, then as he stuck out his tongue and circled the head.

“Seeeth, fuck,” Dean moaned, his eyes closing again as his head fell back against the pillow.

Seth stopped, much to Dean’s displeasure. “I didn’t say you could look away. Eyes of me,” Seth said. Dean groaned but did as he was asked, his eyes locking with Seth’s once again. He felt the bed dip next to him and realized Roman had joined them on the bed, his clothes missing and his dick hard.

Seth once again lowered his mouth to Dean’s dick and circled the head a few times with his tongue before he licked a line from the base of Dean’s cock to the head, “God, yes,” Dean said as he watched Seth wrap his lips around his dick. In one fell swoop, his dick was down Seth’s throat. Seth swallowed, the walls of his throat constricting with the action and tightening around Dean. “Oh god, Seth, fuck,” Dean panted. Seth repositioned his head and had Dean’s dick sliding against the inside of his cheek, his outer cheek bulging out as he did.

“Like a pro,” Roman commented. For a brief second, Dean’s eyes slid over and saw Roman very slowly stroking his long, thick cock and he moaned.

“Seth,” Dean whispered, his name a praying on his lips, “Seth, gotta stop. M’close, gotta stop.”

Seth popped off and caught his breath, a line of spit running from his mouth to the tip of Dean’s cock. He smiled, “Close already? God, you’re such a little slut,” he commented with a smirk. He moved to get up and made towards his luggage. As he made his way back towards the bed, he said, “On your knees, baby.”

Dean happily obliged and smiled, now he had an even better view of Roman and his amazing physique, “Like what you see?” Roman asked with a chuckle. Dean only nodded, “Wanna taste?” he asked as he nodded towards his dick. Dean nodded again, eagerly this time. Roman smiled and got on his knees on the bed to face Dean, “Be my guest.”

Dean wasted no time getting the cock in his mouth, a moan vibrating in his chest as he took the length, “Someone’s eager,” Seth said, a smile obvious in his tone. Dean moaned again, longer and lower this time, as Seth pressed his head to the puckered hole of Dean’s ass. Slowly, the lubed up member slid into Dean and he had to take a moment, releasing Roman’s dick from his mouth as the pain and the pleasure melted together, “God damn, you feel amazing,” Seth praised. He moaned as his pelvis met Dean’s ass, his dick fully buried inside of Dean, “See, told you I’m the top.”

“Slow your roll there, Rollins. You may top over Dean, but you’re not the top.” Roman said as he got off the bed and slinked towards Seth, “Sure, you can take control over Deano, but Daddy’s gonna take control over you.” Seth actually released a whine, “Would you like that?” Roman asked, his face inches away from Seth’s. He nodded feverishly and Roman smiled, “Thought so.” He left Seth’s side and grabbed the lube that Seth had discarded, then was slowly sliding into Seth.

“Move,” Roman growled into Seth’s ear. He did as he was bid and rocked back and forth between the two men. Roman was firmly planted on the floor and Dean remained as still as possible so that when Seth rocked forward he was buried in Dean, but when he pulled out Roman was buried in him.

“God, yes Seth right there,” Dean moaned, Seth’s dick stroking Dean’s prostate over and over, the pressure building as it did, “Good god, just like that.”

Seth leaned over Dean and placed a kiss on his shoulder, then rested his head against Dean’s back, “Ro,” he breathed out as he moved. Without a word, Roman’s hand came up to rest on Seth’s hip and he was now in charge of moving this show along. He pounded into Seth who, in turn, pounded into Dean. The new pace made the three moan loudly as Roman took control of both men.

“God damn, taking it like a fucking champ, Seth. You like this dick buried in your ass, Seth?” Roman asked through his teeth. He grabbed up a handful of Seth’s hair and pulled a little as Seth moaned out a ‘yes’. Roman tugged up Seth by the hair and planted a kiss on Seth’s exposed neck, then bit into the flesh soft enough to not break the skin but hard enough to leave a mark.

Seth moaned, “Shit, I’m so close. So, so close,” he moaned, “Dean, I’m gonna cum in this perfect little ass of yours. Would you like that, huh? Would you like my cum in your ass?” he asked. Roman relented his grip on Seth so he could lean down towards Dean again.

“Please fill me up, Seth. I want you to cum inside me,” he breathed out, his voice blown and breathy. Seth wanted nothing more than to quicken his pace a bit, to finish himself off, but Roman wasn’t having it. After a few strokes, though, Seth cried out and came hard, his teeth sinking into Dean’s shoulder as he did so.

Dean moaned, “Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck,” he moaned. Roman pulled out of Seth which allowed Seth to pull out of Dean. He panted as he slid into the spot Roman had been in on the bed and watched the other two men. Roman wasted zero time entering Dean, both men moaning at the feeling they’d lost but now found again

“I’m not far off, Ro. Please, so close,” Dean panted as Roman fucked into Dean, his member stretching Dean open a bit more than Seth had. Roman spit on his hand and wrapped it around Dean’s dick and gave it a few tugs.

“Seth, you wanna taste?” Roman asked.

Seth nodded and slid towards Dean. Roman took his other hand and lightly wrapped it around Dean’s neck, using it as a way to pull Dean up so that his back was flush against Roman’s chest. It was Seth’s turn to get on his hands and knees, his mouth open and waiting for Dean to cum. Roman continued his methodical tugs, his index finger and thumb the only thing touching the member. The light touch was just enough, and as Roman followed Seth’s example and bit down on Dean’s shoulder, he cum with a yell into Seth’s mouth. Seth moaned and laughed as the white, warm cum coated his mouth and spurted onto his lips. Roman finished off his tugs and then pulled out of Dean, but didn’t have time to say anything before Dean was turned around and on his knees before the man.

“Let me,” Dean offered, then set to continue his work from before. Roman moaned as Dean took him into his mouth and he reached down to take Dean’s hair in his large hand. After a moment or two, Roman stilled Dean’s head and grabbed onto it with both hands. He used the moment to snap his hips forwards over and over as Dean allowed him to fuck his mouth.

“God damn, Dean,” Roman moaned. He let out a little noise of surprise as he felt Seth come up next to him, his lips skimming over Roman’s tattooed arm and up to his neck from behind.

“Come on, daddy. Come in Dean’s mouth,” Seth urged. He reached up and grabbed a handful of Roman’s hair and lightly pulled, making Roman moan, “You like when I pull your hair, huh daddy?” Seth asked.

“Mmm feels so good baby. Your mouth is perfect, Dean. Taking my dick so well, look at you taking daddy’s dick like a good boy,” Roman moaned, “You’re gonna make daddy cum, so close.” Dean moaned at his words and lapped his tongue up to tease the underside of Roman’s cock as the man continued to fuck into Dean’s mouth, “Fuck,” he sighed as cum shot out and down Dean’s throat, “God damn.”

Dean popped off his dick and brought his hand up and stroke it, coaxing out the last of his cum, “So tasty, daddy,” he whispered as he caught his breath. Roman offered him a hand which he took.

Roman pulled Dean in for a kiss, “You did so well, baby,” he praised, “Both of you did so well.” Seth came around and kissed Dean’s shoulder and neck, his arms wrapping around his torso as he stood behind him, “So good for daddy.”

Seth smiled, “You took my dick so well, did he, daddy?” Seth cooed into Dean’s ear. Dean smiled, “You like when daddy and I praise you, Dean?” Seth asked. Dean nodded, his eyes half-lidded, “I like it when daddy praises me too.”

Roman pulled the two in for a hug and kissed one boy after another on their heads, “Well this certainly was a turn of events,” he said with a chuckle.

Dean laughed, “That’s for damn sure.” He turned to Seth, “I’ve never been more happy to be proven wrong.”

Seth chuckled, “I’ve never been more happy to prove you wrong.”

Dean shrugged, “If I’m being honest, I never thought you weren’t a top, but we had never really talked about anything sexual so I was just pressing you,” Dean admitted with a grin.

Seth laughed and ruffled Dean’s hair, “You little shit,” he said with a grin. Roman left them and returned shortly after with two washcloths and used them to wipe down himself and then passed it to Dean as Seth was using the other one to do the same. They climbed into bed, Roman joining Seth and Dean in their queen sized bed and snuggled in. Roman laid on one end on his back, Dean laid on his side and drapped himself over Roman as Seth came up and was the big spoon for Dean. They drifted off into a very happy, very well deserved sleep.

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Out for Lunch

Paring: Seth Rollins X Dean Ambrose 

Warnings: sexual mentions

Word Count: 1707

Tags: @ilzehs

Part 2

A/N: Inspired by the tweet that's been going around:

The nice warm spring breeze blew the umbrellas of the outside cafe tables that Dean and Seth sat at. They had some down time before their match that day, so the two friends decided to wake up early and explore the city they were in. They had invited Roman, but the Samoan was keen on sleeping in. Neither voiced it, but both had been hoping he’d say no so they could get some alone time together. Dean valued time alone with the guy he was pining after. As the day had wound on, they decided that there were in need of a lunch break and just so happened to be passing by a nice little hole in the wall cafe.

It was rustic and most certainly family owned, but also it was tucked away so they could be sure they wouldn’t be bothered during their lunch. The two sat across from each other, their ice-cold waters sipped on and their eyes scanning the menus. Dean had been toying with the idea to suggest that this lunch outing was a lunch date, but he didn’t want to possibly ruin the close friendship he had with Seth.

“I’m thinking salad,” Seth thought aloud.

Dean scoffed, “Of course you are, do you ever eat something not intended for rabbits?” he asked with a laugh.

Seth smiled, laughed and shot him a playful glare, “Don’t knock my salads, at least I’m staying healthy.”

“You’re healthy enough, risk a burger or two every once in a while. Live a little,” Dean pestered. He always picked fun at Seth, so this was nothing new, but Dean just loved to press his buttons sometimes.

“You’re such a brat,” Seth muttered, a grin on his face. He picked up his water and sipped it, “Would ya let me live, good god.”

It was Dean’s turn to smile and laugh, “It’s just so easy to pick on you, sorry Sethie,” he said innocently.

Seth rolled his eyes, “Well what are you getting then, huh?”

Dean shrugged, “Certainly won’t be rabbit food, s’all I know.” He turned back to his menu and continued his search for something that spoke to him. Meanwhile, Seth had decided and was scrolling through his phone while he waited for Dean to decide. He chuckled as he read the tweet that came across his phone screen. Dean looked up, “What are you sniggering at over there?”

Seth turned his eyes to Dean, the smile still on his lips, “This tweet: ‘If you and a same sex friend are eating out and request just one check and the waitress sets it down in front of you, she decided you’re the top.’” he said with a laugh. “The waitress always gives me the check when we’re out together.”

Dean was kind of taken aback by Seth’s comment; they were close, really close, but they didn’t really make sexual jokes like that, but the thought made Dean’s stomach do somersaults. He shoved them down, however, and decided to press further, “No way you’re a top. You just have this look, ya know?”

Seth lowered the phone, his eyes wide and his mouth opened in slight shock, “No, actually, I don’t know what you mean. Please, do explain,” he tested.

Dean shifted a bit, trying to figure out what to say without sounding completely thirsty for his best friend. “You, uh, you just look like the person with the money, ya know. I mean, I look like some street kid you took out for lunch out of pitty,” he said.

Seth narrowed his eyes a bit, “What do you mean, I look like the person with the money? Are you saying I look like a sugar daddy or something?”

Dean felt his face flush and he coughed a bit, shifting as he did so to try to hide it, “I, well, uh, I just-”

“Are you two ready to order?” the waitress said suddenly, saving Dean from digging his own grave.

“Yeah, yes we are,” Dean said quickly and looked to the nice young woman. As he ordered, he remained looking at her, but he could feel Seth’s eyes lingering on him.

When Seth had placed his order, the waitress left them alone again and Dean prayed to god that Seth forgot their conversation. Of course, Seth was not keen on letting it rest, “So, you were saying?”

“Okay, can we just drop it. It’s hard to explain, okay?” Dean asked, suddenly nervous again.

Seth smirked, “It’s not, actually. The way to explain it is the tweet is right. Don’t think I’m letting your doubt that I’m a top slide, by the way.”

Dean leaned back in his chair and tried to act as if he wasn’t picturing Seth in that very position, “I just don’t buy it. You’re too needy to be a top,” Dean argued.

Seth looked offended, “I can be needy and be a top too, thanks very much.” Dean took a sip of his water and avoided Seth’s eyes, “Now, what we aren't addressing is you not denying you’re a bottom.”

Dean choked on his water and sat forward in his chair, “Excuse me?”

Seth laughed, “I said it, you’re not denying it.”

“I think denying that you’re the top is denial enough,” Dean argued.

“No, no, no, there’s a difference. They’re two different things,” Seth shot back. He was now sitting back in his seat, his arms crossed over his chest and a rather smug look on his face.

“Okay, well, in that case then no, no way I’m a bottom. Come on, man. Someone like me and you think I’m a bottom? I radiate top energy, someone this rugged and badass and tough and you think I’m a bottom?” Dean argued.

Seth laughed, “Psh, puh-lease. You may come off as a rough, tough guy but I know you, Dean. You’re a softie and you know it,” Seth said, “Now me? I like the control, I like being in charge.”

“What, are you saying I can’t take control?” Dean tested, feeling a little bolder than before.

Seth shrugged, “I’m saying you need a firm hand. Not that you can’t it’s just that you don’t.”

Dean was about to respond when the waitress came up with two plates in hand, “Here ya go,” she said as she set down their lunches. Seth had gone with the salad and Dean had gotten a sandwich and chips. Dean welcomed the interruption and thankfully Seth used the food to halt his conversation with Dean, “Is this one check or two?” she asked.

“One, please,” Seth answered. She smiled and left them to enjoy their meal, “We’ll see who she sets it in front of and settle this once and for all.”

“Sounds good to me,” Dean said stubbornly and then turned to eat. He was playing devil’s advocate if he was being honest; Seth had him pegged from the start. His rugged, tough guy act was just that; an act. He’d recently come to terms with the fact that when he was with someone sexually, he wanted to be taken care of by his partner. Of course, he didn’t mind taking the reigns in the moment, but if he was honest, truly honest with himself, he was a bottom at heart. He also knew he was just testing the waters with Seth, that man was the second most-definite top man he’d ever met (the first being Roman, of course). He wanted to know A) what traits Seth had that he deemed top-worthy and B) how far he was willing to go talking about his sex life. It wasn’t really something they did, between the three of them, it was just kind of a topic they never felt the need to discuss.

The meal came to a close as they finished up their last bites and the waitress came over, “Can I get you guys anything else today?” she asked.  When they shook their heads she said, “Alright, I’ll be right back with your check,” and then was off again. They waited and finished off their meals as she returned. Dean was urging her mentally to place it in front of him, just to agitate Seth, but she came over and placed it towards Seth.

Dean made a soft growling noise and Seth laughed at him, “What was that you were saying?” He paid the bill and turned Dean down on his offer to pay his half. “I got this one,” he said and put down the cash for the bill and the tip. They stood and made their way off in the direction of their hotel, which was a few blocks ahead.

“Whenever you’d like to admit you were wrong, I’m all ears,” Seth said with a grin as they walked.

“Pff, whatever. It was just some tweet, it doesn’t mean anything,” Dean argued. Seth just laughed and shook his head, “What?” Dean asked.

“You, you’re just funny is all. Can’t stand the fact that I’m right,” he said.

Dean shrugged, “I don’t mind when you’re right. I usually admit when you are, but you’re not right so here we are,” he shot back, stubborn in his argument once again.

Seth once again shook his head, “Okay, Deano. Whatever you say,” he laughed.

They were silent most of the way back to the hotel. Dean’s head, however, was not. ‘Make a move, dummy! Make him show you he’s right!’ his head screamed at him. He so very much wanted to make Seth prove him wrong, but for one, they were out in public and two, he was scared shitless of the thought. What if he prompted Seth to do so and he got weirded out by it? What if he prompted Seth to do so and he actually did? The thought made Dean’s mind race even faster, images of Seth taking control and having his way with Dean flooding his mind. He almost missed the front door to the hotel, his mind so distracted, so filled with him.

“You comin’?” Seth asked, an amused look on his face as he held the door open.

‘God, I wish’,’ Dean thought as he turned on his heel and followed Seth inside. Good god, what had he started?

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Bated Breath

Paring: Dean Ambrose x Unnamed OC (she)

Warnings: sexual suggestions at the end, description of violence (a match)

Word Count: 2,651

A/N: So I watched Dean’s ambulance match against Bray and decided the ending was total bs so I made it better but also made it cute. You’re welcome

There weren’t many things that scared her in the world. She’d practically seen it all, and at this point, nothing would surprise her. What she did find eerie and disturbing, however, was Bray Wyatt, and who could blame her? The man was sadistic and culty, able to use his silver tongue to talk his way around anything. He’d amassed an enormous following since his debut and the Wyatt Family Fireflies just proved it as such. She tried her best to avoid him at all costs, but when her boyfriend began to feud with him, he just seemed to be everywhere.

She watched Dean from her seat, the man she loved in his ring gear, his hands and wrists wrapped and his game face on. He was ready to end this feud with Bray, ready to put the madman behind him and move on. This had never been about Bray, but when he attacked Dean at Hell in a Cell, Dean’s attention had been caught. It became personal, however, when Bray started bringing up Dean’s past. He didn’t like to talk about it, and very few people knew most if not all of his story, so Bray bringing it up and putting it out on display for the whole universe to see had really pressed his buttons.

“I can’t focus with you watching me, kitten,” Dean said softly. He had been throwing punches in the air and dodging invisible hits, but when he spoke to her, he had stopped to look at her, “You just look so damn pretty over there watching me.”

She smiled, “I can’t help but watch you, you amaze me,” she replied, “I love watching you.”

Dean gave her a soft smile and walked her way, offering her his hands to take. She stood and he pulled her to him and placed a chaste kiss on her lips, “How lucky am I that I get to have your pretty eyes on me all the time?” he murmured against her lips.

She giggled in return, “I’m the lucky one. I get you all to myself. I get to watch you in ways no one could ever dream of.” She pressed her lips to his again and they shared a silent moment, their foreheads pressed together and their eyes locked. After a moment, she looked away as she remembered what was coming. She met his gaze again, “Are you nervous?”

He softly sighed and pulled back a little, “Nah,” he said, “Are you?”

“Yes,” she replied, “You can be a little eccentric and unhinged, but Bray Wyatt scares me. He’s done some pretty awful things and the thought of him beating you so badly that you are taken away in an ambulance terrifies me,” she confessed, “I have all the faith in the world in you, but I’m still scared.”

He gave her another soft smile, “Don’t you worry your pretty little head, kitten. Knowing that you believe in me gives me all the strength in the world to beat this bastard and be done with him.” He kissed her forehead and then pulled her in for a hug, “I wish I could have you ringside with me,” he murmured against her hair, “But we’re not limited to the ring and I don’t want you getting hurt.”

She pulled away to look up at him, “I know. I want to be out there for you, cheering you on,” she said. Suddenly, she had an idea, “What if I go on commentary?”

Dean looked slightly taken aback, “That’s still dangerous, kitten. What if one of us throws the other on the commentary table?”

She shrugged, “I’m quick, I can get outta there fast if I need to. Please, Dean? Let me be out there for you.”

He gave her a long look, his eyes squinted at her in thought, “Alright, whatever you want.”

She smiled and place a few pecks on his lips, “But only if you promise me I won’t be a distraction. I don’t want to be out there if it’ll make you lose focus.”

“I promise. Knowing you’re right there watching, cheering me on will make me focus all the better. I’m gonna win this one for both of us.”

“I believe in you,” she told him softly, mere inches from his lips.

“That’s all I need,” he replied before he pressed his lips back to her’s. There was a knock at the door, “S’open,” Dean called as he retracted from her eyes. A stagehand came in and let him know it was time and then left. Dean turned back to her and then sighed, “Let’s do this.” He took her hand and they walked out towards the gorilla together.

She told the sound crew what was happening, then went back to Dean for a brief moment. She pulled him to her and pressed a loving, passionate kiss on his lips. “Good luck,” she whispered and then left his embrace as her entrance music played. As she walked, she was announced as the guest commentator and then took a seat next to JBL.

“Welcome, thanks for joining up,” Micheal greeted as she put on her headset.

“Thanks for having me on such short notice,” she replied as she got situated in the plush rolling chair. Shortly after, Dean’s music dropped and he made his way out and towards the ring. Despite her nerves, she couldn’t help but smile as he bounced around and faked punches. He made his way around the ring and towards her, much to her surprise.

“One more, for even better luck,” Dean said softly to her as he pressed his lips to her’s, “With one kiss, I could conquer the world. Now I can conquer anything,” he said, a cheesy grin on his face. She returned his grin as he spoke, unzipping his sweatshirt, “Hold onto this for me, darlin’,” he said as he handed her the outerwear. She nodded and slipped it on, then sat back down as he got into the ring.

“Well, it’s nice to have you out here with us. Such a nice moment just now between you and Dean Ambrose,” Michael said before Bray Wyatt’s music dropped. He looked like he was going to say more before the music cut him off. She felt a chill run down her spine and she saw the flashlights light up around her and suddenly she wished she and Dean could be anywhere but here.

Once Bray was in the ring and the bell rang, Dean wasted no time in lunging at Bray. She sat there and watched the men in front of her bounce around the ring, her eyes widening as Bray rolled out of the ring towards the table. Dean rolled out and attempted to pull him back into the ring and away from commentary, away from her, but was unsuccessful. Instead, he changed his plan and tussled with Bray, sending him over the table instead.

“Look out!” JBL yelled as he shot up from his seat, his arm flying out and pulling himself between Bray and her just in case. Dean slid across the table and grabbed up Bray and then threw him around a bit more before he stood on top of the table, shouted something she couldn’t make out, and then jumped onto the man. As the men cleared the table area, the four commentators waited a moment more before deciding it was safe to sit back down.

“Well they wasted no time, did they?” Booker T commented, “You all right over there?” he asked her.

“Fine, I’m fine. Don’t worry about lil ole me,” she told him.

“John, you sure were quick to action, shielding her from the mayhem before us,” Micheal commented.

“Yeah, thanks for that,” she added.

“You’re welcome, I do what I can,” JBL replied. They turned their attention back to the monitors in front of them and watched Dean bounce Bray’s head off the ambulance. It didn’t really seem to phase him, however, because he turned right around and shoved Dean into the ambulance that Dean had just opened up. Dean hoped back out and continued the match as if nothing had happened.

“Come on, Dean,” she said under her breath as she watched him pull tables out of the back of the ambulance, Bray stirring behind him. She let out a loud gasp as the door was slammed on his knee and shin, her hand coming up to cover her mouth in shock. She remained relatively quiet as she watched Bray continue inflicting pain on her boyfriend.

“Dean Ambrose thrives off of the pain,” Booker commented as Dean and Bray made their way back to the ring. She couldn’t find her voice as she watched on bated breath, the match continuing and Dean unable to find any upper hand really.

Bray delivered blow after blow and her voice returned. She covered the mic as not to yell into it, “Come on, Dean!” she yelled, “You can do this.” Then, as if a jolt of energy ran through him, she gained the upper hand delivering punch after chop after punch. He was right, having her ringside put a fire under his ass, but only for a moment as Bray took over the match.

“Come on, baby, that’s right,” she encouraged as he tried to punch his way out of the hold Bray had on him. She felt her heart sink, however, when Bray pulled out a table and started setting it up. Weapons made her nervous, the phrase ‘be careful what you bring to the fight, it may be used against you’ ever-present in her mind.

It picked up, though, when Dean loaded Bray into the ambulance, but it was short lived when he fought out and watched Bray bounce Dean off of the ambulance not once, but twice.

“Now, tell us a bit what’s been going on his Dean’s mind,” Micheal prompted her, “How was he preparing for this matchup?”

She took a breath, “Well, ya know it really was just about his headspace. Bray likes to play mind games, we see it time and time again. The thing is, though, Dean’s mind can’t really be toyed with cause it’s already pretty warped as is. Bray thought he could get under the skin of Dean by bringing up his past, but all that really did was make Dean hungrier to take Bray’s head off,” she told them, “So preparing for this match took a lot of pep talks and actually a bit of meditating to clear his mind as best he could. He was certainly prepared, that’s for sure.”

“And do you meditate with him?” JBL asked.

“I do, actually, but thanks for disregarding everything else I said,” she replied, earning a snigger from Michael and Booker. JBL was silent.

“Now, were you nervous coming out here at all? Did it occur to you that maybe Bray might try and use you against Dean?” Michael asked.

She nodded, “Yeah that thought crossed my mind, but we talked about it and I decided it was worth the risk. I mean, you saw just moments ago I shouted to Dean encouraging him and we saw him pick it up and take some control. Dean wanted me out here because he says I make him stronger, so I wanted to be there for him,” she told him, “Plus, I’m quick on my feet so if Bray tried to come for me I could easily get away,” she added with a laugh.

“Ooh, remind anyone of something?” Booker asked as they watched Dean ram one end of a backboard into the ambulance, the other end connected to Bray’s throat. As the man laid there, she could see Dean’s mind turning as he thought, then brought the table towards Bray. This was always a hit or miss, the possibility always there that the person on the table could roll away.

“Dean, oh my god,” she said as he climbed on top of the ambulance and stood in position.

“Right though Bray Wyatt! And then through the table!” Michael yelled as Dean connected.

“Come on, Dean. Get up,” she said as she watched him clutch his injured shin, his cries of pain leaving his mouth as he did. He fought through, though, and managed to pull Bray up with him. He made his way towards the back door of the medical vehicle and opened them up as Bray began to stir. Before he could do anything, though, Dean delivered a Dirty Deeds to Bray, but of course, the action hurt his back as well as Bray’s head.

“These few moments are critical,” Michael commented, “Dean needs to get up and fast if he wants to put Bray away.” As if he heard him, Dean stirred and pulled Bray up to his feet, shoved the man into the ambulance and worked on getting the door shut. One down, one to go as Dean weakly limped to get the other door. She couldn’t believe it, it was over, ‘Dean won!’ she thought as he closed the other door. She quickly removed her headset and dashed towards Dean as he panted where he stood.

“You did it!” she yelled as her body collided with his. Even after taking that beating, he still managed to stay upright as he caught her, “I’m so proud!”

He laughed, “Couldn’t have done it without ya,” he said in her ear. She pulled away and let him set her down before she pulled him down into a crushing kiss. “The best prize there is,” he commented as she pulled away, a smile on her face.

“You deserve it,” she told him, “You won and I’m so proud.”

“You make me stronger, I wouldn’t have been able to pull through had you not been out here cheering me on,” he informed her. She pulled him down for another kiss, then let him lead the way towards the stage and through the gorilla, Dean’s hand clutched in her own.

Once they were back in his dressing room, he began unwrapping his hands and wrists and she came up behind him, bringing her arms around his waist and resting her hands flat on his chest, her head placed on his back, “I knew you could do it,” she mumbled. He finished taking off the tape and then turned to face her.

“Thanks for believing in me,” he said softly, looking back into her eyes. He smiled after a moment, “I think you have something of mine.”

She laughed, “Oh, I’m keeping this. This is mine now, sorry.”

“Oh, is that so?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow, “Don’t you have enough of my sweatshirts?”

She looked offended, “There’s no such thing as ‘enough’ when it comes to sweatshirts. I don’t know why you’re surprised, though, you should know that what’s your’s is mine when it comes to your clothes.”

He shook his head at her, “You little thief,” he said softly, his nose rubbing against her’s, “But everything looks better on you anyway.” He kissed her, “But ya know what looks best on you?” he asked. When she said nothing, he continued, “Nothing at all,” he said with a cheeky grin.

She returned his grin, “Come on, I know you’re itching to say it,” she prompted him, the look on his face obvious.

He laughed, “That sweatshirt looks great on you, but I bet it’d look better on my floor along with the rest of your clothes.”

She laughed at his cheesy, overused pickup line, “Let’s get out of here and see if you’re right,” she said. He licked his lips and nodded, “I have a feeling you’re gonna be right,” she told him.

He chuckled and pressed his lips to her, “God, I hope so.”

“Come on,” she said and took her hand in his, “Let me show you just how proud of you I am.”

“With pleasure, kitten.”

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Steel Cage Match

Paring: Seth Rollins X Dean Ambrose (sub!Seth/dom!Dean)

Warnings: smut, angst at the end, language, dirty talk, sir kink, slight orgasm denial

Word Count: 2,566

A/N: Yay okay now that 25 Days of Ambrollins is over (what a huge success I’m so thankful!) I’m gonna get back to posting other fics. Hope you enjoy!

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Steel Cage Match

Paring: Seth Rollins X Dean Ambrose (sub!Seth/dom!Dean)

Warnings: smut, angst at the end, language, dirty talk, sir kink, slight orgasm denial

Word Count: 2,566

A/N: Yay okay now that 25 Days of Ambrollins is over (what a huge success I’m so thankful!) I’m gonna get back to posting other fics. Hope you enjoy!

Dean glared at Seth from across the ring, the chainlink fence rattling as his back hit the steel. Seth panted from where he had backed up to gain some distance from the other man, his eyes glued to Dean. Dean took a few breaths and then struggled to get up from where he had fallen in his state. This match had gone on for far too long and Dean had just about had enough of Seth and this steel cage. He was tired and sore and angry at both himself and Seth for neither man being able to finish this stupid match set up by Seth’s mommy and daddy, the Authority.

Dean made a final push, throwing his all at Seth both literally and figuratively. Seth fell to the mat and slowly crawled his way towards the ropes to help pull himself up as Dean did the same, “Just give up!” he yelled as Dean struggled to his feet.

“You first,” Dean yelled back as he lunged for Seth. As they tussled in the middle of the ring, the door was opened and Dean pushed back at Seth to gain some distance between them in hopes to make it to the door. As he dragged himself towards the opening, suddenly he saw a presence in front of him. He sighed, he had a feeling it wasn’t a friendly face. He was right, of course, as he looked up at the face of Triple H. Once again, someone was here to assist Seth.

A flash of anger flashed through Dean at the thought. Not only did it make him angry that Seth never lost matches because he never finished them, but also the fact that Dean knew Seth was better than this, better than needing someone to finish his fights for him. Seth called himself to the future, but in recent months the future sure did get a lot of assistance from the past and present.

The distraction worked in Seth’s favor, of course, and Dean was dragged back into the middle of the ring. Seth rolled out of the way and accepted the hand of Triple H that had been offered to him. He used it to stand and then maintain balance to, what Dean assumed, walk out of the open cage. As Dean went to get on his hands and knees to get up, the foot was on the back of his neck before he even knew what was happening. His face met the mat aggressively and it was lights out for Dean; a curb stomp from his former best friend knocking him into next year.

Dean stayed in the ring, repeatedly shooing off the ref who was trying to talk to him. He wasn’t hurt, not too bad, but he just couldn’t find the strength in that moment to drag himself upright. He rolled over and stared at the stadium ceiling as he listened to the crowd noise dwindle, his match with Seth being the final of the night so people were leaving. He knew he’d have to get up soon, the crew needed to strike the ring and stuff, but he’d get around to that eventually.

He dropped his head to the side and spotted a familiar gold shine on the commentator table and wondered who would come out to get Seth’s MITB briefcase. He contemplated for a moment getting up and snagging the case, making Seth come at him for it again because last time was just too much fun. He shook it off, however, the thought of moving was still just exhausting.

“You still here? Didn’t think I beat you that bad,” Dean head Seth’s snide remark and was suddenly ready to get up. He got to his feet quicker than he thought he could, “Ah, he lives.”

“No thanks to you,” Dean snarked. Seth stood on the steps right outside the cage that still hadn’t been raised. Dean raised a hand to his head, the headache hitting him like a ton of bricks, a small noise of pain leaving his lips; Seth had really stomped him hard.

Seth moved towards him, his arms out as if to say ‘I won’t hurt you’ and his eyes actually seemed worried, “You alright there? Can’t continue this feud and fight you if you’re too fucked up to fight.”

“That all I mean to you anymore, an interesting storyline and the occasional fair fight? I say occasionally because I can’t remember the last time you won a fight without any outside help whatsoever,” Dean snarked. He scoffed, “Wait, yeah I can.” Seth had gotten what Dean was referring to, but he said nothing and just stood a little bit taller.

“Helps to have friends in high places,” Seth defended himself.

Dean gave a small chuckle, “Oh, I’m sure. Never having to fight fair in order to win matches, getting anything you want with minimal effort,” Dean nodded as he listed the things, “Sure sounds nice. I remember when you used to actually work for the things you wanted, never taking shortcuts and laughing in the face of The Authority.”

Seth sighed, “Here we go again. Ya know, Ambrose, when are you just gonna admit that I have the better hand here? It wasn’t personal, Dean, it was just good business. If I want to see my career actually progress, if I truly want to be the best, I have to do what’s best for me. If it just so happens to be best for The Authority's business, then so be it.”

“I’m surprised you can still stand up straight,” Dean replied, “Seeing how you gave it up to mommy and daddy. Do you like being a lapdog, Seth? Do they scratch you on the head just the right way and give you treats when you’re a good boy?” Dean asked as he neared closer to Seth. Seth’s tongue shot out and wet his lips like he did when something was getting to him. Dean smirked, knowing that he still had a way to push Seth’s buttons.

“You think you’re real funny, don’t you? Insult me all you want, Dean. It won’t change the fact that I’m just better than you. I’m the dominant face of the WWE and there’s nothing you can say or do to change that,” Seth spat.

Dean raised an eyebrow at Seth, “The dominant one, huh? Funny, I recall you always being the submissive one.” Seth’s face twisted into a look of shock and a blush took over his look, “Oh yeah, very submissive.” Dean grinned at Seth’s reaction as he edged closer to Seth, almost desperate to show Seth just where his place still was.

“W-what are you doing?” Seth asked nervously but remained where he stood. His breathing had picked up, Dean noted, as he kept his eyes trained on the man before him.

“Reminding you just what being dominant means,” Dean said, almost in a whisper. He pushed Seth back softly and the steel cage rattled as his body met the chainlink. Dean’s body covered Seth’s quickly trapping the man between himself and the cage. Seth’s breath hitched in his throat as Dean’s face hovered mere inches from his own. Dean gazed into Seth’s eyes, a silent question of permission, his body letting up slightly in order to let Seth escape if he wasn’t okay with this. He remained put, however, and even sort of relaxed into the space. Dean just smirked, Seth was so willing, even now.

Dean closed the gap between his lips and Seth’s in a crushing kiss. He grinned into the contact as Seth released a little moan of approval and need, his hands coming up to grasp at Dean and pull him closer. It was Dean’s turn to make a noise, a growl rumbling deep in his chest as his pelvis met Dean’s roughly. He reached between their two bodies and quickly freed his hard member from his jeans.

“We could get caught,” Seth whispered in protest.

“Let them catch us, I dare them to,” Dean growled as he fisted his cock. Seth whined and nodded, a small smile on his lips, “Turn around, now,” Dean commanded. Seth immediately did as he was told and then started working on pulling his jeans and boxer briefs down. Dean pumped his dick a few times as Seth worked and then lined himself up with Seth’s very willing, very ready hole. Going in without lubricant wasn’t exactly ideal, but they had done it more than a few times and by now, the sting of it was rather hot for Seth, they found. Even so, Dean tried his best to slick up his cock, using his spit and smearing the beginnings of his precum in place of their usual stuff.

“Deeean,” Seth whined at the lack of action from his partner.

Dean pressed his chest to Seth’s back, “Did I say you could speak?” he growled into Seth’s ear. Seth instead let out of low moan instead of replying. Dean was ready and he slowly pushed into Seth. He heard Seth suck in a breath and slowed his actions down even more, then continued his work. Dean moved back and forth every so often, not fully entering before pulling out in an effort to make this easier on Seth like they had done so many times before. Finally, Dean was sliding in and out much easier and he finally bottomed out.

Seth reached one hand up and grasped onto the steel cage for dear life as his other hand fisted his cock and jerked it in time with Dean’s thrusts.

“Ah, ah, ah, you know the rules,” Dean said softly as he swatted away Seth’s hand. The man whined in protested but caved, letting Dean take control of his member. Dean’s hand was much slower than Seth’s, dragging out the feeling and teasing Seth. With Dean’s free hand, he reached up and grabbed a fistful of Seth’s hair, yanking it back and burying his face in Seth’s exposed neck. He placed an open mouth kiss to the skin and then bit down, feeling positive he would leave a mark.

Seth moaned at the new sensation and brought his one hand away from the cage and grasped at Dean’s shaggy locks, “Fuck,” he breathed. Dean had been hitting just the right spot for the past minute or so and the orgasmic feeling of Dean’s dick rubbing against Seth’s prostate was building, and quickly. Seth typically finished first when they were together, but combine that with the fact that Seth hadn’t really been with someone like this in some time, he was on the final stretch towards his orgasm.

“You gonna cum for me, you little slut? You like it when I fuck you in the ass, don’t you?” Dean growled against Seth’s neck, “Bet no one has even come close to giving you the pleasure I give you, have they?” Seth whimpered under Dean and Dean tightened his grip on Seth’s hair, “I asked you a fucking question,” he growled into Seth’s ear.

“No, not even close,” Seth said.

“Not even close, what?” Dean whispered huskily.

Seth groaned, “Not even close, sir.”

Dean smiled, his mouth open in delight, “That’s my good little slut. Now, what was it you said about being the dominant one? Remind me again, whose dominating who?”

“You are, sir. You’re the dominant one,” Seth cried out as Dean slightly quickened his pace on Seth’s dick, “God, I’m so close. Please let me cum, sir, please.”

Dean chuckled low, “You’ve been such a little brat lately, do you think you deserve to cum?” he asked.

Seth huffed in frustration, “Please,” he begged.

“You didn’t answer me. Do you think you deserve to cum?” Dean asked again, hips still snapping forward as he spoke.

“No, I don’t but pleeeease let me,” Seth whined, “Dean, oh god please?”

Dean smiled, “You know I love it when you beg. You’ve been taking my dick like a good little slut, so yes. Cum for me, my little slut,” Dean whispered into Seth’s ear. He needed no further instruction, the hot, sticky cum shooting out from his cock and coating his clothed stomach and Dean’s hand. Dean pulled out of Seth quickly, not wanting to overstim the boy, and then turned him around, “Finish me off like the good slut you are,” Dean commanded.

Seth dropped to his knees and welcomed Dean’s dick into his mouth. Dean’s hand once again found Seth’s hair as he pulled it back into a makeshift ponytail to keep it out of Seth’s face as he worked, “That’s right, swallow my dick, just like that,” Dean praised, “Such a good thing your mouth does, sucking me off like that. Fuck, so good.” Dean was close, so close, and Seth could tell. He reached up and softly played with Dean’s balls as his mouth worked its magic. “Seth, I- shit, I’m right there,” he moaned as Seth dug down deep and managed to get the entirety of Dean’s dick down his throat. That was the final straw, Dean came with a low groan and shot his cum down Seth’s throat.

Dean panted as Seth stood and pulled his bottoms back up and buttoned them, “Holy shit,” Seth breathed. Dean zipped up his jeans and gave a small laugh, “We should do that more often.”

Dean felt his mood drop at Seth’s words. They could do that every day, hell, twice a day, like they used to before it all happened. Dean sighed, he was so tired of having the same things to say to Seth, but they kept coming back to each other and therefore kept having to fight. “We could, but-” he sighed, “But never mind.”

Seth’s face fell, “No, what. Tell me,” he encouraged.

“We could if you’d just give up this shit with the authority. Give it up and come back to us, to me,” Dean spoke before he realized what he was doing. God, that made him sound so weak, so needy; to me.

Seth looked like he was about the cry, “I can’t. How could I? I’ve got-”

“Your career to focus on, I know. I’ve heard it a hundred times. Did you ever think that maybe Rome and I-” Dean sighed, “-That I could be your future?” He met Seth’s eyes, waiting for a reply, “Guess not.” He sighed again and made to walk off, his orgasmic high still there but was not a painful reminder of what they used to have.

“Every day,” Seth said softly, stopping Dean in his tracks, “I think about that every day. I think about you every day.” Dean said nothing, didn’t even turn around to look at Seth because he knew if he did it’d be all over. So he steeled himself and adjusted his pants one last time before exiting the ring, leaving Seth alone with his thoughts. Dean knew they’d meet again in that ring, but he doubted they’d ever meet again like he wanted to. Seth had done what was best for him career-wise, so Dean had to do what was best for himself. Meaning, Dean had to swear to himself that this would never happen again, it just couldn’t. Dean still pined at Seth, still wanted him by his side, but Seth wasn’t that guy anymore and Dean wasn’t sure he ever could be again.

[wwetookovermyllfe]

Day Twenty-Five - Christmas Wedding

Paring: Seth Rollins X Dean Ambrose

Rating: PG

Warnings: like one curse word, fluuuuuff,

25 Days of Ambrollins Masterlist

A/N: Well, we made it to day 25 and I’m so in love with this day. Thank you all for coming on this journey with me!! #25DaysOfAmbrollins was a major success!

Roman

Seth

Dean

Dean’s Sister

Today was the day. Dean was all dressed in his tux, his hands repeatedly smoothing over the expensive black fabric. He wasn’t sure why he felt butterflies in his stomach, he was nowhere near feeling nervous or having second thoughts, yet the knot in his stomach remained. He hadn’t seen Seth all day, much to his disapproval, but his soon-to-be-husband had insisted that they follow superstitious tradition.

“It’s bad luck!” Seth voice on the other end of the phone line had protested. Dean suggested the two men slip away and have a little alone time, but Seth wasn’t having it.

Dean had sighed and rolled his eyes “You don’t really believe in that crap, do you?”

“I do believe in that, thanks very much. You of all people should know that,” Seth replied. Dean didn’t even need to see him to know he was smiling and shaking his head.

Dean had sighed, “Fine. I’ll see you up there, then.” Dean felt his heart grip at the thought, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too. See you at the altar, handsome.

Dean sighed, what he wouldn’t give for Seth’s soothing touch right now. Just his hand grasped in his was all it would take to calm Dean down. What if something went wrong? What if someone objected? What is the world ended as Seth made his way down the aisle?

“Nervous?” Dean heard a voice at the door. He looked up at the mirror and spotted Roman in the reflection. He looked dapper in his dark red velvet tuxedo jacket, Roman admired.

“That obvious?” Dean asked as he turned to face his best man.

Roman chuckled, “It’s normal. Hell, I was nervous on my wedding day too.”

“Everything that could possibly go wrong is the first thought on my mind. I’ve never even had most of these concerns before, so why now?” Dean complained. He plopped down on the chair nearby, Roman following him and sitting down in the chair directly across.

“All of that will fade to the back when you see him, trust me,” Roman said softly and reassuringly.

Dean sighed, “What if- What if Seth realizes he deserves -”

“If you say better I will beat your ass right here, right now. You know damn well that boy loves you above anything in this world, even above wrestling. You know you’re just thinking that cause you’re catastrophizing everything in your mind,” Roman said.

Dean sighed heavily, “I know, you’re right. I’m being stupid.”

“Now, come on. We got a wedding to attend,” Roman said with a smile. He stood up and offered his hand to Dean, “You two are made for each other. I knew it from day one that we’d be here someday. If I didn’t already believe in soulmates, you two would make me a believer.” Roman pulled Dean in for a hug, “And I’m so glad to be a part of it.”

“Well if you knew we’d be here someday, then you know there’s no way you wouldn’t be a part of it. We knew immediately that we wanted you to be the one to marry us, we were ecstatic when you said yes,” Dean said as he and Roman made their way towards the door of the dressing room Dean had been squatting in for the past few hours.

“I’d be crazy if I said no, I was honored you guys asked,” Roman replied. They made their way towards the chapel and suddenly Dean’s knot tightened tenfold. Roman must have noticed Dean’s mood shift, “Relax, Ambrose. No need to be nervous.” He clapped his hand on Dean’s shoulder, “Let’s get this show on the road.”

Dean took a deep breath and nodded, “Let’s do this.” He opened the chapel door and smiled at the sound of his wrestling entrance music playing throughout the chapel. The people in the seats chuckled at the choice of music as Dean made his way towards the altar. He smiled at those that caught his eye. On his left and his right, the sections reserved for their wrestling friends were filled with almost the entire WWE roster.

Roman took his spot in the middle, Dean standing on the right. He was alone for now, but when people made their way down the aisle ahead of Seth, he’d be joined by her sister. He had a few people he could have asked to stand up with him, but there was no one he’d rather have up there with him. There was chatter throughout the chapel as guests talking, but Dean had only one thought in his head; Seth. He couldn’t wait to see him, what he looked like, the tux he picked out, the smile we was wearing on his face.

Finally, music began to play for the procession to begin. JoJo started down the aisle leaving flower petals in her wake. Next, Galina made her way down the aisle holding a hand of both the twins who walked towards their father. Roman couldn’t hide the beam on his face as they walked towards him and Dean, a large wedding band pinned to either twin’s tiny suit jacket.

Next came Dean’s sister in a dress she had picked out, the ice blue color fitting perfectly for the color scheme they had picked out for the winter occasion. The dress swept the floor as she walked up next the Dean, his hand resting on his shoulder as she squeezed it reassuringly. Then came Seth’s brother in his black tux, the tie and pocket square matching the dress of Dean’s sister’s dress.

Seth and Dean had argued about the next bit for some time. Dean thought it would be hilarious, but Seth had pressed that it just wasn’t the place. After they talked some more, Seth had admitted that it would be pretty cool, so when the fluttery Canon in D died out, the room went silent and up started Seth’s entrance music, though it was slowed a bit to a more acceptable wedding aisle walking speed. They had decided to leave out the guttural yell, agreeing that it wasn’t necessary for this specific occasion.

The part of his theme was was silent, where the iconic ‘Burn it down!’ typically was, the chapel doors opened and Seth appeared. Dean reminded himself to tell Roman that he was right. When Seth appeared, all of Dean’s worries and fears slipped away. The grin on Seth’s face was wide as he walked to the music, his pace sped up slightly because of the music, but he wasn’t really one to walk slowly anyway. Nothing else mattered in that moment, everything and everyone else was forgotten as Seth drew nearer and nearer.

“Hi there,” Seth said softly as he finally stood before Dean, his hands taken up in Dean’s as soon as he was close enough.

“Hi,” Dean breathed, a huge smile on his face.

The music died out and Roman held up his hands, “Please be seated.” Once everyone was situated and quiet, he spoke again, “Thank you all for coming out. It is my honor to be standing up here with these two fine men on such a fine Christmas day. On behalf of Dean and Seth, I’d like to thank you for spending your holiday with us. However, there are some who could not be here with us today, so in honor of them, let us take a moment of silence.”

After a pause, Roman began again, “Now, the vows. Dean,” he offered up.

Dean nervously cleared his throat, “Seth, you are my other half. We are two sides of the same coin, cut from the same cloth. We started our journey into WWE together and by your side is where I always want to stay. You bring a light into my life that I never even knew I was missing until you came along. You make me a better man and teach me something new every day. You have had such an impact on my life that I couldn’t picture my future without you. You make me believe in the impossible and hope for the unobtainable. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you by my side,” Dean told Seth, looking into his large, doe brown eyes. It took everything in him not to cry as he spoke, his voice quivering about halfway through. Seth, however, had tears in his eyes as Dean spoke.

“Seth, your vows?” Roman asked once he was sure Dean was through.

He took a shaky breath, “Dean,” he began, “Dean, you are my other half,” he repeated Dean’s works, the phrase being the one the two men repeated often about each other. “You keep me grounded, you tell me when I’m being a jerk, and you don’t beat around the bush when I need you to tell it to me straight. You’re my soulmate, I knew it from the minute I met you, both in our everyday love life and in the ring. You are the other half of my heart, there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you. From the first day I knew I loved you to my last day, my heart belongs to you and you alone.” Seth took another shaky breath and smiled at his love as it was Dean’s turn to tear up.

“May we have the rings?” Roman asked and gestured to Galina. She walked up and Dean and Seth bent down to unpin their prospective rings from each twin’s jacket. Once they were upright, Roman continued “Do you, Dean Ambrose, take Seth Rollins to marry on this day? Do you promise to love and cherish him, to create a loving, happy, healthy marriage from this day until your last?” Roman asked.

Dean nodded, “I do, I absolutely do.” Seth smiled back at Dean as Dean slid Seth’s wedding band onto his finger.

“And do you, Seth Rollins, take Dean Ambrose to marry on this day? Do you promise to love and cherish him, to create a loving, happy, healthy marriage on this day until your last?” Roman asked Seth.

“Yes, a million times yes,” he said and slid Dean’s wedding band onto his ring finger.

“Now, by the power vested in me, I pronounce you two to be married. You may now seal your vows with a kiss,” Roman said. Dean didn’t even wait for Roman to finish his last sentence before he reached out and took Seth’s face in his hands and pressed his lips to Seth’s passionately. Dean released Seth’s lips, but only for a moment before he returned his lips to Seth’s once again. The procession began again and the wedding party filed out. Roman stepped around the two interlocked husbands and joined his wife to escort her down the aisle, one twin in her arms and the other in his, JoJo walking between them. Dean and Seth broke apart and then followed after their wedding party, only to be swiftly carried away by the photographer.

After about an hour of taking pictures, the wedding party arrived to the reception that had begun its festivities, music playing from the DJ. He halted the music, “Ladies and Gentlemen, for the first time as a married couple, Dean Ambrose and Seth Rollins!” the DJ said into a microphone. As they entered, the beginning of Dean’s theme played, then when it went paused, Seth’s ‘Burn it down!’ yell came and then a mash-up of their instrumental theme played. Their reception guests cheered as they entered and then they took to the center of the dancefloor.

They held each other close as they danced to their song, both men never wanting the moment to end. The guests were forgotten and even after the song ended a more upbeat song to dance to play, they stayed locked in their embrace, swaying to the music they created in their head.

Finally, they broke apart and Dean pulled Seth into a loving kiss, “I’m so incredibly in love with you.”

Seth chuckled, “Good, cause you’re stuck with me forever.”

“Oh darn,” Dean said sarcastically. The two laughed and then kissed again, softly but full of passion. Dean always did say that his lips fit perfectly against Seth’s, and in that moment he forgot every pair of lips he’d ever kissed, every moment he’d shared with anyone that wasn’t Seth was erased from his mind.

“Can’t we just ditch our own reception? I’m so ready to show you just how much I love you,” Seth said low, his eyes flickering with a bit of danger.

Dean smiled, “As much as I’d love to, I’m starving and I mean we paid so much for that perfect cake,” Dean laughed. Seth had gone all out, but Dean didn’t mind the money in the slightest. They could certainly afford it, and Seth had wanted a big event, one that would be talked about for years, so they splurged where ever they could, including the winter wonderland layout of the reception. Blues and silvers and whites hugged the large room in every corner, from the chair covers to the small centerpieces, to the large snowflakes the hung in the air to the Christmas songs that were mixed into the playlist, Seth had made sure to stick to their wedding theme. They had, after all, gotten engaged so close to Christmas, so the holiday held an extra special place in both of their hearts.

Now, as they mingled with guests and the night wound on, it would hold an even more important place in their hearts, and neither man wanted the night to end. That is, however, until it occurred to them that they set off for their honeymoon immediately following the reception. They’d certainly take advantage of their week-long getaway, though they didn’t exactly plan on leaving the beautiful resort room they’d booked. Dean looked at Seth who sat beside him at the head table, Seth’s hand grasped in his own, and Dean knew all his fears had been ridiculous like he’d known them to be.

“You’re my husband,” Dean said aloud. It sounded right, sounded better than boyfriend ever had, “I married you.”

Seth smiled and leaned over, his lips pressed to Dean’s, “You sure the fuck did.”

“I love you, so, so much,” Dean said softly.

Seth pressed his forehead against Dean’s forehead, “I love you too, hubby.”

[wwetookovermyllfe]

Day Twenty-Four - “It Snowed”

Paring: Seth Rollins X Dean Ambrose

Rating: PG

Warnings: none, fluff

25 Days of Ambrollins Masterlist

A/N: AU where Dean and Seth own a gym together and Roman lives close by. Inspired by the song It Snowed by Meaghan Smith. One more day left guys! Track #25DaysOfAmbrollins

‘It snowed, it snowed,

it snowed last night.

Honey, let’s play hooky

cause it snowed last night.’

Dean stirred from his sleep, his alarm rousing him from his peaceful sleep. He yawned and rolled over to face a sleeping Seth. He smiled and pressed a kiss into Seth’s temple and rubbed the man’s bare back. Seth stirred and hummed at the contact and rolled over to meet Dean.

“Good morning, babe,” Dean cooed.

Seth smiled, “Morning.”

Dean pressed a kiss to Seth’s lips, “As much as I’d like to stay in this bed with you, we have to go open up the gym.”

Seth’s happy hum turned into a groan, “Do we have to? This bed is so warm and it’s so cold outside,” Seth whined.

Dean chuckled, “I know, but we gotta.”

Seth sighed, “Wasn’t there snow in the forecast last night? Let’s just not open up today and claim it’s cause of the snow.”

“Tempting, definitely tempting, but we can’t,” Dean stated.

“We can afford to take the day off,” Seth argued. Dean was silent, Seth was right, the gym business was booming, their merchandise was selling like hotcakes, they definitely could afford to take a day to themselves.

“We have Christmas Day that we’ll be off. We can make it till Tuesday,” Dean reasoned.

Seth pulled Dean towards him, “We deserve more than one day off a year. Come on, just shoot a text to the group chat and tell them to take the day off. We’ll make a post on social media and let everyone know it’s closed for today. Come on, baby. Let’s just stay in bed all day,” Seth pushed. Dean had to admit, his argument was pretty convincing. Dean sighed and pushed himself off the bed and looked out the window, then turned back around and got back into bed.

“Yep, you got me. There are at least four feet out there,” Dean said. He grabbed his phone and opened his messages, sending a simple “Everyone take the day off, we aren’t opening today,” to the gym employee group chat, then set his phone back on the nightstand. While he did that, Seth was posting to social media about their decision not to open. Once everything was sorted, the two shifted to the middle of the bed and snuggled up, shortly falling back to sleep as they laid together.

~~

The next time Dean woke up, it was closer to noon than he expected. It was well deserved, though, he and Seth worked so hard and they needed a day to sleep in and be lazy. He took a moment to orient himself and take in his surrounding. Seth was in his arms, his bare back pressed to Dean’s bare chest. Seth’s legs were curled in front of Dean’s and Dean made a joke in his head about how they fit together like puzzle pieces.

Dean laid there, content in the moment when Seth stirred and made a groggy little whine. Dean chuckled and pressed a kiss to the back of Seth’s head and uttered a soft “mornin’” as Seth turned to face him.

“What time is it?” Seth questioned.

“A little before noon. We sure know how to sleep in,” Dean said.

Seth smiled, “We sure do.” Dean smiled and placed a soft kiss on Seth’s nose, then moved down a bit and pressed a loving kiss to Dean’s lips. “So glad we’re staying in.”

“Me too,” Dean hummed. His face dropped when he felt his stomach protest its lack of food, “However, we, unfortunately, have to leave the safety and security of our bed for just a brief period, cause I’m starving.”

“Same here. You don’t suppose we could persuade Roman to come over and bring us breakfast in bed, do you?” Seth asking jokingly.

Dean chuckled, “He loves us, but not that much. Come on, we can handle being up for a little bit.”

Seth sighed, “Fine, but only if you promise to make pancakes.”

“Fine, pancakes it is,” Dean said with a smile as he got up, Seth following his example.

When they returned to bed, both with a plate of breakfast in hand, they sighed at the warmth the bed provided. The house was warm enough, but there was nothing like the sensation of a nice warm bed to combat the chill, even with the bedroom fireplace roaring with fire. Dean had whipped up chocolate chip pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausage, hash and potatoes, both men excited in the moment but knew they’d pay for it later.

Seth grabbed the tv remote and switched on the bedroom tv, then opened Netflix and turned on the tv show the two men would watch together whenever they had time off. They had silently agreed that today was a binge-watching kind of day, so when they finished their extravagant meal, they cuddled up in bed and let the show play.

A few times during the day and into the evening, they had to let Netflix know that ye, they were still watching, neither man having really moved all day. Bathroom and snack breaks were had, but not often enough to pause their show too often. By the time they paused it again, they were about six episodes in and were feeling hungry again. This time, however, they didn’t even need to get up.

“Knock knock,” came Roman’s voice from the other side of their bedroom door. Roman had let himself in, using the key Dean and Seth had gifted him long ago. “I come bearing dinner.”

Dean and Seth sat up and greeted their Samoan friend, who held a bag of Chinese food in his hand, “Hey, Ro. You read our minds,” Dean laughed as Roman set down the food, “But you shouldn’t have.”

Roman waved it off, “I was out running errands all day today anyway so I was in the area. It’s no trouble, really. I hope I remember everything you guys order,” he said as Seth worked on pulling everything out and placing it on the bed.

“Yep, all here. What do we owe you?” Seth asked.

Roman looked offended, “Psh, owe me? No need for that, guys honestly. My treat. I gotta get going, but I’ll see you guys tomorrow, yeah?” They said goodbye and thanked Roman for the food and he turned to leave, “Oh-” he said and turned back around, “G wanted to know if you guys wanted to host Christmas or if you guys were coming over.”

Dean looked at Seth and he shrugged, “We can host this year,” Dean said. Roman nodded and then took his leave.

“Christmas at our place, I like the sound of that. We should invite family, too,” Seth said as they dug into their food.

Dean had a thought, “We should tell Ro and G to invite their family too.”

Seth stopped and looked at him, “Are you sure we’re ready to host something like that? I mean, we’ve never done anything like that.”

“I want our house to be the standard, I want to be able to host entire parties like that. I think we’re ready,” Dean said, “I believe in us.”

Seth narrowed his eyes at Dean and then nodded, “I agree. Yeah, tell Ro and G to bring the whole family.” Dean smiled and shot Roman the text, then went back to eating.

The night wound on as did their tv show, the final few episodes coming closer and closer. It was late, but they were determined to get through at least one more. When that one ended, the next episode began and well, they were already this far. The time didn’t matter, nothing did, because in that moment, the two men felt truly domestic and long term. Seth wrapped up in Dean’s arms, the bitter cold warded off by their warm bed, the fireplace aglow with a crackling fire. Nothing could go wrong in that moment. The world could end right there, and they’d be just fine with it because they had each other and they’d had this wonderful, peaceful day.

Dean hummed, “I’m so glad it snowed last night.”

“Let’s hope it snows again tonight,” Seth murmured.

‘We'll cozy up together by the fireside

And just before we close our eyes

Wish upon a star it snows again tonight’

[ramonameisel]

New ask game for writers

1. Favorite place to write. 2. Favorite part of writing. 3. Least favorite part of writing. 4. Do you have writing habits or rituals? 5. Books or authors that influenced your style the most. 6. Favorite character you ever created. 7. Favorite author. 8. Favorite trope to write. 9. Least favorite trope to write. 10. Pick a writer to co-write a book with and tell us what you’d write about. 11. Describe your writing process from scratch to finish. 12. How do you deal with self-doubts? 13. How do you deal with writers block? 14. What’s the most research you ever put into a book? 15. Where does your inspiration come from? 16. Where do you take your motivation from? 17. On avarage, how much writing do you get done in a day? 18. What’s your revision or rewriting process like? 19. First line of a WIP you’re working on. 20. Post a snippet of a WIP you’re working on. 21. Post the last sentence you wrote in one of your WIP’s. 22. How many drafts do you need until you’re satisfied and a project is ultimately done for you? 23. Single or multi POV, and why? 24. Poetry or prose, and why? 25. Linear or non-linear, and why? 26. Standalone or series, and why? 27. Do you share rough drafts or do you wait until it’s all polished? 28. And who do you share them with? 29. Who do you write for? 30. Favorite line you’ve ever written. 31. Hardest character to write. 32. Easiest character to write. 33. Do you listen to music when you’re writing? 34. Handwritten notes or typed notes? 35. Tell some backstory details about one of your characters in your story ________. 36. A spoiler for story _________. 37. Most inspirational quote you’ve ever read or heard that’s still important to you. 38. Have you shared your outline of your story ________ with someone? If so, what did they think of it? 39. Do you base your characters of real people or not? If so, tell us about one. 40. Original Fiction or Fanfiction, and why? 41. How many stories do you work on at one time? 42. How do you figure out your characters looks, personality, etc. 43. Are you an avid reader? 44. Best piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten. 45. Worst piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten. 46. What would your story _______ look like as a tv show or movie? 47. Do you start with characters or plot when working on a new story? 48. Favorite genre to write in. 49. What do you find the hardest to write in a story, the beginning, the middle or the end? 50. Weirdest story idea you’ve ever had. 51. Describe the aesthetic of your story _______ in 5 sentences or words. 52. How did writing change you? 53. What does writing mean to you? 54. Any writing advice you want to share?

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Ask anything you like! ❤

[wwetookovermyllfe]

Day Twenty-Three - Broken Heater

Paring: Seth Rollins X Dean Ambrose (sub!Dean/dom!Seth)

Rating: X

Warnings: smut, language

25 Days of Ambrollins Masterlist

A/N: Two days left! Track #25DaysOfAmbrollins!

dom!Seth tag: @ilzehs

It was cold. Like, freezing cold. But the nice warm rooms of the hotel room made The Shield boys forget just how bitterly cold it was. They had splurged and each boy had gotten their own one-bed hotel room, but until they turned in for sleep, they all sat in Roman’s hanging out. Dean and Roman were relaxed towards the head of the bed while Seth was laying on his side at the foot of the bed. They were laughing at something Dean had done, their faces alight with joy, the clock reading somewhere around one in the morning.

“Man, we should turn in,” Roman commented as he noticed the time on the clock, “We got a match tomorrow.” Dean and Seth agreed, said goodnight to Roman and then headed out.

“Night, Deano,” Seth said as he stood in front of his hotel room door.

“Night, Seth.” Dean unlocked his door and made short work of getting ready for bed, switching off his bedside lamp and then quickly falling asleep.

Dean groaned as a knock came at his door. He picked his head up to glance at the clock and saw it ready 3am; it wasn’t time to wake up so why the hell was he being woken up? “Dean?” he heard Seth’s voice at the other end of the door. Dean sighed and got up, groggily answering the door.

“Seth, it’s three in the morning. What is it?” he groaned as the light from the hall flooded his eyes.

“My heater is broken, can I crash in here?” Seth asked softly. Dean said nothing, but instead just stood to the side of the door and motioned for Seth to enter. He walked passed Dean and made his way towards the bed, Dean shortly behind him after he shut the door. They crawled into bed and settled into their spots. It wasn’t abnormal for the two men to share a bed, in fact, it was more abnormal for them not to. Dean would be lying if he said he hadn’t missed feeling Seth’s presence beside him in bed. He actually probably slept better when the man he loved was fast asleep beside him.

Dean was ready to fall back into his deep sleep when he noticed the room was suddenly very quiet. Quieter than usual, too quiet. The heater had shut off. “Hmm, that’s weird.” he thought. He got up to check it, it was nowhere near as warm in the room as it should be, so the heater kicking off wasn’t right.

“What is it?” Seth groggily asked as Dean stood by the heater. He pushed the ‘on’ button of the heater, but nothing happened. He paused, then pressed it again hoping it was just a fluke.

“Shit,” Dean swore under his breath, “Heater isn’t turning back on.” He looked back towards the bed and then realized there was no light in the room. The illuminated time of the bedside clock was dark and the slim bit of light that came through underneath the hotel room door was no longer there, “I think the power is out,” Dean said aloud. He turned back to the window and peeked between the closed curtains, “Ah, well that explains it. There are at least three feet of snow out there.”

“Shit, really?” Seth asked as he got up to join Dean at the window, “Holy shit. Looks like everything is out.” Dean noticed the signs of the fast food restaurants were also dark.

“Well,” Dean said, “Looks like we might not have a match tomorrow,” he said. He barked out a soft laugh and then returned to bed. Seth followed shortly behind and laid beside Dean, considerably closer than before. “Looks like you came in here for nothing.”

Seth laughed, “Suppose I did.’ He was silent for a moment, “There's always body heat, though.”

Dean looked at Seth, “What, like snuggling up together?” he couldn’t believe his ears. Was Seth seriously suggesting they cuddle for warmth?

Seth shrugged, “Yeah, I mean purely to keep warm of course.”

Dean was silent for a moment, “Yeah, yeah of course.” Seth shifted and moved closer, “Do you- I mean - do you want to be the big spoon or-”

“Just shut up and put your arm around me, Ambrose,” Seth said. He turned and faced away from Dean and then shifted so that his body was a perfect fit to Dean’s. Dean waited a moment for him to finish adjusting and then put his arm around Seth’s stomach. It was awkward, no way around it, but Dean felt a sudden surge in him that immediately made him warm; Seth was in his arms. Even if it wasn’t exactly how he wanted it to be, he was holding Seth in his arms.

“Fuck, it’s freezing,” Seth said after a long period of silence, “Even sharing body heat, it’s cold. Dean laughed to himself softly, a thought crossing his mind. “What?” Seth asked. He shifted and suddenly he was facing Dean.

Dean shook his head, “Nothing, just - reminds me of that stupid Twilight movie or whatever.”

“There are five, be more specific,” Seth said.

“It’s nothing, just stupid. Don’t worry about it, just go to sleep,” Dean said. He was suddenly very self-conscious about Seth being so close. His breath hit Dean’s face and neck, and Dean suddenly was hoping Seth didn’t try to shimmy his hips closer or else he’d feel the growing erection in Dean’s soft sweatpants.

“Come on, tell me. Not like we can sleep anyway,” Seth urged.

Dean sighed, “Fine, that Eclipse movie, remember that time the three of us marathoned them that one time?”

“Of course. You pointed out every cheesy moment and Roman laughed at all the serious parts. How could I forget?” Seth asked, “I actually kind of liked them.”

Dean laughed, “Yeah, you did. Well, that part where they’re keeping that girl-”

“Bella,” Seth interrupted.

“Bella, yeah whatever. Anyway, they were trying to keep her warm, I was just thinking about what that long-haired guy said about being naked to get warmer. This whole thing just made me think of it.” Seth was silent and Dean panicked, “Told you it was nothing. Just me being stupid.”

“He had a point though,” Seth said softly after a moment.

“Who?”

“Jacob. It’s true, you share body heat better when you’re naked.”

It was Dean’s turn to be silent, “Yeah, I suppose that makes sense.” It was suddenly harder the breathe, and speaking of breath, Seth’s seemed to be coming out a bit faster and closer to Dean’s face. Dean was suddenly conscious of his breathing; was he breathing hard too? How did his breath smell? Had he gotten closer to Seth or had Seth gotten closer to him?

“Dean,” Seth said softly, almost wantingly, Dean thought, “I’m freezing.”

It was now or never, a hit or miss but it was worth a shot. “Let’s fix that,” he said and then pressed his lips to Seth’s. He was hesitant at first, timid and scared, but when Seth (to Dean’s surprise) kissed back, he felt bolder. He pressed further into Seth and deepened the kiss, his hand gripping onto Seth’s side tighter.

Dean’s shirt was off before he even knew what was happening, as was Seth’s, and suddenly Dean was on his back and Seth was hovering over him, “Took you long enough,” Seth breathed before reconnecting their lips. Seth adjusted a bit and Dean moaned underneath him the movement creating some friction against his growing hard-on. “Let’s get rid of these,” Seth said. His lips vanished from Dean’s and then reappeared down his bare chest and torso. He shucked down Dean’s sweats and then got off the bed to rid himself of his own, his dick springing free and standing at attention.

“Fuck,” Dean breathed, “Is this real?”

“So real,” Seth said as he got back on the bed, “Let me prove it to you.” He worked his way down Dean’s body and smiled up at Dean, his mouth mear inches away from Dean’s cock. Without another word, he took this member into his mouth and bobbed up and down.

Dean let out a breathy moan, “Oh, fuck.” He moaned again as Seth hit the base of Dean’s dick, his tip hitting the back of Seth’s throat, “Yeah, god yes just like that,” Dean whined, his one hands taking up fistfuls of the bedsheet. “Seth, shit I- You gotta stop, I’m gonna - shit,” words fell from Dean’s mouth faster than he could think, his mind completely taken up by the pleasure Seth was providing.

Seth popped off of Dean’s dick, “I wanna taste you. I want your cum,” he purred. After a moment, he returned to Dean’s dick and continued his good work. Dean was close and he was sure Seth could tell. Dean’s moans grew louder, his breath coming out faster, and after a few flicks of his tongue over the thick vein in Dean’s cock, he released into Seth’s mouth with a loud moan. Seth made short work of taking all the cum in his mouth, cleaning up Dean’s very sensitive member.

“My turn,” Seth said. He pumped his dick a few times, “Don’t suppose you got any lube around, do you?”

Dean laughed, still coming down from his high, “There’s some vaseline in my bag.” he breathed out. Seth was gone and back in a flash, his hand full of the makeshift lubricant and then smeared it on his hard dick. His other hand dipped into the vaseline and coated his fingers in it, then slowly worked them into Dean’s hole.

Dean moaned, “Fuck, Seth,” he breathed. He tried his best to relax and let Seth work him open, “Need more. Need you,” he croaked out. Seth obliged and lined himself up with Dean, then slowly pushed in. The two men hissed at the feeling, their breath coming out quickly and heavily.

“Ready?” Seth asked.

Dean reached up and grabbed the back of Seth’s neck, pulling him down for a kiss, “Ready,” he said into the kiss. Seth began to move out and then slowly back in, starting the beginning of a rhythm. Dean was sure Roman could hear them if the Samoan was awake, the two men by no means keeping quiet at all. Dean’s moans were low and breathy while Seth’s were a bit more high pitched and louder. He was a needy mess for sure, and Dean loved watching him in such a raw moment.

“God, you feel fucking amazing. I’ve waited so long for this, I never even thought this would happen,” Seth breathed close to Dean’s face, “You’re all I want.”

Dean moaned as Seth’s slammed into him, “Wish we would’ve done this sooner.”

“Agreed,” Seth replied, “Are you alright?”

Dean smiled, “I’d be better if you were fucking me harder.” Seth growled at his low words and then sat up straight to get a better position, obliging Dean’s simple request. “Yeah, fuck, just. like. that.” Dean groaned, his words punctuated by Seth’s more brutal thrusts.

“Look at that, hard for me again already,” Seth said. He spit on his hand and then ran it up and down Dean’s hard shaft, “I want you to come with me,” Seth said. He ran his thumb in circles around Dean’s sensitive head and continued his thrusts, “That feel good?”

“So fucking good, Seth,” Dean whined, “Feels so fucking good.”

“I’m close, fuck I’m gonna fill this ass up with my cum. Would you like that, Dean?” Seth asked.

Dean nodded furiously, “So much, I wanna feel your cum fill me up, Seth.”

Seth leaned over and kiss Dean, “You close?” Dean just nodded, “Good.”

Dean was a panting mess, “Seeeeth, I’m there, god just like that please don’t stop,” he whined, “I’m so close.”

Seth kissed Dean again, “Now, baby. Cum with me,” he said. Dean released a soft yell as his cum shot up and coated both his and Seth’s bare chests. Seth followed shortly after, his cum filling Dean up. Dean moaned again at the felling, a smaller wave of an orgasm washing over him. Seth panted heavily above him and then pulled out, making Dean yelp at the feeling.

“Well, I’m certainly warm,” Dean said with a laugh as Seth flopped down in the bed next to him.

Seth laughed, “Oh yeah, for sure.” Seth turned and snuggled into Dean’s still heaving chest, “Can I tell you something?”

Dean looked at Seth, who was looking back at him, “Of course.”

“My heater was working just fine.”

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Day Twenty-Two - “I’ll Be Home for Christmas”

Paring: Seth Rollins X Dean Ambrose

Rating: PG

Warnings: angst, suuuuper sad

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A/N: This is easily the saddest thing I’ve ever written in my life, I’m so sorry. Also, don’t forget to track the tag #25DaysOfAmbrollins to catch the last couple days Christmas Ambrollins

“I’ll be home for Christmas

You can plan on me

Please have snow and mistletoe

And presents on the tree

Christmas Eve will find me

Where the lovelight gleams

I’ll be home Christmas

If only in my dreams”

The song played in the empty dinner that Seth sat in. The time on his phone read sometime past midnight. Hell, it could be 2 in the morning, but all he knew was that it was late and he was drunk. He thought, maybe, just maybe, if he drank enough, the pain in his chest would stop. He knew better, though, he knew he did, but he did it all the same. He thought that if he consumed enough of the alcohol, he’d forget his betrayal. That may be, he’d wake up and it all would have been a dream. Dean would be asleep beside him in the bed, Roman would be fast asleep in the room right next door. The Shield would be the most dominant faction WWE has ever seen, the thought of betraying his best friends, and the man he loved, never so much as a thought of a thought in his mind.

But instead, here he was, Christmas Eve, drunk and all alone in this stupid, sad excuse for a diner. It was the closest thing open near the bar he’d attempted to drink away his pain in, so he slipped into a tattered up booth and ordered a black coffee. It only made him a bit soberer, and that was the last thing he wanted to be, but there was nowhere else to go and he was all out of alcohol at his swanky condo seeing as he drank it all the night before. Yeah, you could say Seth was in a bit of a funk.

“I should call him.” Seth thought, looking at his phone that sat on the table, “I should just call him and apologize and everything will be alright. We can be The Shield again, Dean and I can be together like we were meant to be.” He picked up the phone and unlocked it, his heart clenching at his phone background picture. He kept his phone very close to him, never letting anyone anywhere near it because if they looked at it for just a moment they’d know that his phone background was of him and Dean from when they first got together. He should change it, he knew he should, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

He stared back at the picture, the alcohol blurring his vision, but the hold that Dean’s photographed eyes had on him cut him deep. They looked back at Seth, looking deep into Seth’s damaged, blackened soul, and he could almost hear Dean: “Why, Seth? Why would you do this to us? To The Shield? To me? How could you be so selfish, how could you betray the one man you ever truly loved?”

Seth scoffed and threw down his phone, which was probably for the best. Sober Seth didn’t know what to say to Dean to make any of this better, so why did drunk Seth think he knew any better? He just sat there, his gaze fixed on nothing in particular when the waitress working came over. “Sir,” she said softly, “I called you a cab. It’s waiting for you outside to take you home.” She was silent for a second, “You look like you could use a good night’s rest.”

Seth gave a small laugh, “Sure could. But I’ll never sleep soundly again, not when my bed is empty. It didn’t use to be, it used to have him in it, laying right there next to me, but not anymore. I screwed it all up, I screwed it up and he’ll never forgive me,” Seth slurred. For a moment, he forgot he was talking to someone and not himself, “Sorry, what do you care? Thank you for the cab,” he said. He pulled out his wallet and smacked down a ten, “Keep the change.” He scooted out of the booth and grabbed up his phone, then made his way towards the door.

“Sir?” the waitress called. Seth turned to look at her, regretting his decision to spin around so abruptly. “I don’t know what you did, but I’m sure it couldn’t hurt to apologize anyway. He may not forgive you, but it’s certainly a start,” she said. Seth gave her a sad, small smile. Oh, if she only knew, but he nodded at her and then headed out into the cold air and into the taxi. He slurred his address to the cab driver and then let his head fall against the headrest.

The cab pulled away once Seth exited, Seth having paid the driver much more than fare, but who cares? He had cash to blow since sold out. He really was taking advantage of all the money he’d recently come into. A nice car that he hardly ever drove, a nice penthouse in the center of the city in Davenport, Iowa, nice suits and clothes and shoes, the works. He had all the money in the world, but for what?

He trudged into his apartment, the elevator opening right into the living room, and then made his way towards his wildly expensive and lavish couch. He flopped down, kicking off his shoes as he went. He turned and stared at the high ceiling, his foggy mind clearing by the minute. What else could he do but let the alcohol fade away? He didn’t have any hidden away and there was no liquor store open within a five-mile radius. He gazed around his nicely furnished loft and felt his heart crumble. Roman and Dean would have loved the place, it was so cool. Seth’s mind wandered to all the crazy, fun nights the three of them would have had in a place like this. The pool table would have had to have been replaced by now, the bar stocked full of both expensive and cheap beer instead of top-shelf liquor that Seth was already out of, the couch much more warn in that it was right now.

All the missed opportunities and Seth wanted to beat himself up with every new thought. He wondered what the other two men were doing right now. Probably fast asleep, their lives going just fine without Seth, both of them probably long over the whole thing. Seth wiped away the tear he hadn’t realized had fallen down his face and the turned over, clutching a pillow to his chest in hopes that maybe it would provide some comfort. It didn’t, of course, and Seth fell asleep wishing to God it was Dean in his arms and not come stupid, cold, uncomfortable pillow.

~~

Dean sat on the couch of the Reigns house, JoJo sitting at his feet playing with the new dolls Dean had given her for Christmas. Roman and Galina were in the kitchen whipping up Christmas day dinner, Christmas music on blast in the other room as they worked. Dean wasn’t big on posting on social media, he actually hated the entire concept of the thing, but JoJo just looked so fricken cute playing happily with her new toys, Dean just had to snap a picture. He posted it to Instagram and already likes were pouring in. He shook his head and threw his phone down on the couch.

“Wanna a beer?” Roman asked as he entered. He already knew the answer was yes, but hey, formalities or whatever. Roman handed Dean the unopened beer bottle, an open one in his other hand, and then sat down next to his best friend. Dean opened the bottle and then clinked it against Roman’s. “Merry Christmas, buddy,” Roman said.

“Merry Christmas, Uce,” Dean replied. The two took a sip of their drinks and they both sighed. Dean’s phone screen lit up with notifications, friends and family sending him ‘Merry Chrismas’ texts and what not. Roman’s attention was caught by the device and he sighed.

“Still haven’t changed that, I see,” he commented, referring to Dean’s lock screen.

Dean grabbed up his phone and shoved it in his pocket, “It was changed for a while, thanks very much. I just -” he sighed, ”It’s harder around the holidays, you know that.”

Roman gave a sad sigh, “I know man, I know,” he patted Dean’s leg a few times, “Sorry, man.”

Dean frowned, mostly to himself, but also at Roman. He acted like Seth’s betrayal didn’t bother him anymore, putting on a good face for Dean because he knew that no matter how hurt, how upset he was about it, Dean was hurting even more. Countless night, Dean drunkenly rambled about missing Seth, even crying on Roman’s shoulder about the whole thing, but Roman was the real one and never brought it up the next day. After a while, Dean was just spitting out things he’d said a million times, but Roman listened, all the same, every time. Dean would be hopelessly, drunkenly lost without Roman. That only made him think of Seth more, wondered if he drunkenly cried about Dean, wondered who Seth ranted and cried to if anyone.

Part of Dean hoped Seth had no one to cry to, but part of Dean also felt sorry for Seth. Dean had rough nights, nights where he just wanted to punch holes in the walls and scream until his lungs gave up, wanted to cry until he physically couldn’t cry anymore, but whenever he did Roman was right there. If Seth had those night, which most of Dean doubted he did, he had no one to be there while he let all his emotions out.

“I’ll be home for Christmas

You can plan on me

Please have snow and mistletoe

And presents on the tree

Christmas Eve will find me

Where the lovelight gleams

I’ll be home Christmas

If only in my dreams”

Dean could hear the song playing from the other room and his heart clench. He wished more than anything that for Christmas, he’d wake up and see that Seth was his present. That maybe, just maybe, he’d be back in that hotel room, Seth fast asleep beside him, Roman in the next room, The Shield still the most dominant faction WWE has ever seen. Roman felt Dean’s mood shift to the song that was on and he hoped up, exited, then came back after the song had changed.

“Sorry, man,” Roman said again softly. Dean guessed what was coming, but sighed all the same, “Why don’t you just, I dunno, text him?”

“You know I can’t, Ro. Besides, I’m sure he doesn’t want to hear from me, why would he. He’s probably at Hunter’s house living it up with his authority buddies, or whatever it is those bastards do. He doesn’t want to or need to hear from either of us, he made that perfectly clear.” Roman was silent and just nodded, returning his hand to Dean’s leg and gave it a reassuring squeeze, then got up to go back to helping Galina. Dean sat there, staring at nothing in particular, then pulled out his phone. He stared at the lock screen, cursing himself for changing it back to a picture of himself and Seth. They were happy, both of their eyes alight with the laughter Dean could almost hear in his head.  He looked at the eyes of Seth’s that stared back, his words repeating in his head: “Business partners… Never my brothers... “ Seth might as well have said that he never he loved Dean, it would hurt just the same. Dean wondered then and still wondered now, if Seth had ever truly loved Dean in the first place, or if their relationship was just another ‘business transaction’.

He unlocked the phone and his thumb hovered over the undeleted conversation with Seth. Dean didn’t text enough people to make the name disappear further down the list, so Dean sat there, looking at the never-deleted conversation and then sighed, tossing his phone down on the coffee table in front of him. He always thought of what he would say, but nothing ever sat with him just right. He had so much to say, so much to ask, that instead of just a simple, quick text, Dean would end up ending an entire book, so he just never said anything.

~~

Seth’s heart crumbled to pieces as he scrolled through Instagram. He had never unfollowed Dean after his betrayal, and at this point, it was useless to do so. There, on Seth’s screen, sat JoJo on the floor of Roman’s house, her little face lit up with joy as she played with toys. Dean had posted it just a few moments ago; of course, Dean was spending Christmas at Roman’s house, why wouldn’t he be? Seth, on the other hand, was spending the holiday by himself. Hunter had invited him over to have Christmas with him and Steph and probably the other authority members, but Seth couldn’t bring himself to accept. He made up some excuse like he had plants that needed watering, but he and everyone else knew why he said no; last Christmas had been spent with the love of his life and his best friends in the world and nothing, no one, could replace them.

Seth decided that he needed a drink, or twelve, so he shoved himself up off the couch, not even bothering to change or shower, and headed out and grabbed a taxi. It dropped him at the underground, dive bar he’d been at last night. No one bothered him here, everyone else just as hopeful to bury their sorrows as he was. He entered and took the seat he’d sat at last night and didn’t even need to order; the same bartender from last night have Seth a sad, sympathetic smile as if to say ‘yeah, I know your poison already’. Seth sulked as he downed drink after drink, the bartender eventually cutting him off and sending him out somewhere around six. Or maybe it was eight, or later, or earlier, Seth had no clue.

The cab he’d caught dropped him at the next closest bar, much to Seth’s pleasure. He was already pretty gone, but not gone enough to forget Dean, so he needed more. He sat at that bar, the bartender serving him only a few drinks before cutting him off for the second time that night. Seth then decided that it was up to him to get himself properly gone, so he had his next cab take him to a liquor store close by, bought two whole large bottles of their strongest stuff, then had the same cab drop him off at his building.

Once inside, he made short work of the first bottle. He was impatient, he wanted to be drunk now and he just wasn’t. Oh well. He sighed happily, however, when his vision began to blur. Everything was a blur, but for some reason, he picked up on the music he didn’t remember turning on.

“I’ll be home for Christmas

You can plan on me

Please have snow and mistletoe

And presents on the tree

Christmas Eve will find me

Where the lovelight gleams

I’ll be home Christmas

If only in my dreams”

Seth could have sobbed, God he missed Dean. At this point, there was no rhyme or reason or thought or care to what he did. He messily fished out his phone and finally sent a text to Dean. He didn’t know he’d regret it in the morning, because as soon as the text was sent, he forgot that he even sent one, let alone what the content of said text was. He stumbled and tripped, falling securely onto the couch once again. He let sleep take him, happy to not be thinking about anything for once in months.

~~

“Miss you. Fuck I miss you. We should be home fur Christmas together Dena.” Dean read the text over and over and over again. His heart stopped when he saw the works “Seth: New message” sprawled in a notification box on his phone lock screen. It took him a moment to actually open the text and read it, his mind reading and rereading the name trying to figure out if this was a trick his brain was playing on his eyes. “I want to see it, so my brain is telling me its there.” Dean reasoned in his mind. But no, even after looking at the name for about five minutes, it didn’t change; Seth had texted him. He slid open the phone and read the message, then read it again and again and again.

He couldn’t get away from that damn song, and it seemed like Seth couldn’t either. It also looked like Seth couldn’t put down the bottle last night, judging by the lack of punctuation, which Seth was always keen on, and of course the typo of Dean’s name. Dean wondered if he could text back, but it was late and since his mind was telling him to do so, he locked his phone and told his tired, 1 am brain to shut up.

When he woke up, it was around noon, and he checked his phone to see new notifications, but no new texts from Seth. Dean wondered if he was alright but then decided he shouldn't care; he did anyway. Dean went about his day, showering and going to the gym and hanging out with Roman and Jojo and Galina when they were free. He sat around and watched tv in the guest room of the Reigns house, but nothing he did took his mind off of the text Seth had sent.

He wondered if Seth was awake and if he had realized that he went Dean a text in the first place. He pondered shooting Seth a text to check up on him but shook the idea from his head. It was getting late, dinner had already to been consumed and goodnights had been said, but Dean wondered if Ro was awake. He picked up his phone to shoot Roman a text, but shook his head and then set down the phone, turning his attention back to the tv. After about five minutes though, he picked it back up and stared at Seth’s message for the hundredth time that day.  “Miss you.” Dean read those two little words over and over again. His heart stopped, though, when he saw three little texting bubbles pop up; Seth was typing.

“I meant it,” was all Seth sent. Dean waited for another typing bubble to pop up, but it never came.

He sighed, and against his better judgment, started typing. “I know. Me too.” He hesitated, then pressed send. He waited for some sort of reply, some sign that Seth was typing back, but nothing ever came. Dean figured as much, but he hoped for more. An ‘I’m sorry’ or maybe ‘We should talk’ was all he wanted, all he needed to let back Seth into his life, even though he knew he should need more. He didn’t though, and he hated himself for it. All Seth had to do was make an effort, give any small sign that he was as beaten up about this as Dean was, and they’d be fine. He’d forgive Seth for everything, all he needed was a little sign that Seth felt the same way.

He phone dinged and he shamefully snatched up his phone in excitement. He could’ve cried, it was just another Instagram notification. Alright, that does it. He shot Roman a text to ask if he was awake, to which the Samoan quickly replied that he was. “Need you.” Dean sent. Moments later, Roman entered and wordlessly slid into the bed beside Dean. Dean handed Roman the phone and let him read the small exchange between him and Seth, tear already brimming his eyes.

Roman locked the phone and set it down, then pulled Dean close to his side. Dean let out a sob, then let it all out into the soft t-shirt Roman donned. Roman said nothing, just rubbed his friend’s shoulder and arm in comfort as he wept. Little did they know, of course, that Seth sat in his large, empty pent-house, his legs pulled to his chest, his head buried in his knees and his body racking with sobs. It was Christmas, but neither man was Merry and they certainly weren’t where they wanted to be for the holiday. They wanted to be home, but neither would admit that home was the other man’s arms. They could be home for Christmas, but only in their dreams.

[wwetookovermyllfe]

Day Twenty-One - Christmas Traditions

Paring: Seth Rollins X Dean Ambrose

Rating: PG (With a bit of implied X at the end)

Warnings: implied sexual acts at the end, fluff

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A/N: We’re almost done! You can still track the tag #25DaysOfAmbrollins!

It’s the most wonderful time of the year, but particularly it was an important time of the year for Seth and Dean. It was their first Christmas together, and after having moved in together recently and decorating the apartment, it was safe to say they were in the full swing of the Christmas spirit. Dean was cozied up on the couch, the Christmas lights both on the tree and strung around the room illuminated the mostly dark room that the man sat in. Seth was in the kitchen whipping up some hot chocolate and oven-made smores and Dean watched the Christmas movie that took up the tv screen.

“All right, here ya go,” Seth said as he walked in and offered up the plate in his hand, two mugs clutched in the other hand as he walked slowly. He set the mugs down and released the breath he had been holding in an attempt to steady himself.

Dean sat up and smiled, happily taking the hot chocolate and sipping it as Seth took a seat beside him, “Thanks, babe.” There were silent as they sipped their cocoa and ate their smores.

Once Seth has finished off his late night snack, he got up and grabbed a present from the pile of presents under the tree. He sat back down and placed it in Dean’s lap, “Open it,” he prompted.

Dean looked at the present and then up at Seth, “You know Christmas is tomorrow, right? Actually, it’s in like two hours,” Dean said, his eyebrow raised.

Seth laughed, “I know, I know. It’s a tradition my family has that we open a present on Christmas eve, so I figured we could continue that tradition.”

Dean smiled, “I would love to make your tradition our tradition,” he said, his heart skipping a beat when Seth grinned. Dean set the present on the coffee table and then got up and headed towards the tree and looked at the presents as he pondered which one to give him early. “Ah!” he exclaimed and then grabbed the one he had in mind and then handed it to Seth.

“Okay, you first,” Seth said. Dean nodded, his bottom lip between his teeth, his lips curled in an excited, childlike smile. He ripped open the package and pulled out a plain box. He opened it and smiled as he pulled out a mug. Dean was the type of guy who had a routine of waking up and polishing off a cup of coffee before his shower, then another one after he was all dressed and showered and almost ready to take on the day. He always complained that he wanted a better, bigger favorite coffee mug, and here was the solution; the mug had a cheesy picture of him and Seth that Seth had taken one night when they were laying in bed.

“It’s so corny, I love it. It’s so us,” Dean said as he admired the picture printed on the ceramic mug.

Seth was grinning from ear to ear, “I’m glad you like it. I wanted to give it to you tonight so that you could use it tomorrow morning.”

“It’s perfect, definitely my new favorite mug,” Dean said, all smiles. He leaned over and pecked Seth on the lips, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Seth said and pecked Dean’s lips once more. He then turned to the present in his lap, “Okay, my turn.” He ripped open the package and smiled, “Babe,” he said and pulled out the ornament that had been carefully wrapped. ‘Our First Christmas’ was engraved on an ornament with a picture of Seth and Dean. This picture was yet another casual one of the two men, but this one had been taken by Roman. Seth was laying his head on Dean’s shoulder, his face turned up to look at his boyfriend, love in his eyes. A smile was on Dean’s face and his eyes were alight with the joy that was on his face.

“Dean, I love it. And I love that picture of us,” he noted. He stood and walked over to the tree, then hung it on a prominent branch towards the top near the angel, “There, right where it belongs. It’s amazing.” Seth bounded back over to the couch and sat down in Dean’s lap. He kissed Dean and hummed, “Let’s go to bed.”

Dean hummed in return, “Yes, let’s.” Dean scooped up Seth in his arms and stood while holding onto his boyfriend. He carried Seth bridal style into their bedroom and plopped him down on the bed and then got comfy himself. Seth scooted close and snuggled into Dean’s embrace and quickly, the men drifted off to sleep.

~~~~~

“Merry Christmas, babe,” Seth purred in Dean’s ear. The sleeping blonde awoke with a smile on his face.

“Merry Christmas,” Dean grumbled, still groggy. Seth placed a kiss on Dean’s lips, then bounded out of bed, “Why so jumpy?” Dean groaned. Seth was far too energetic for the still very tired man.

“Cause its Christmas, silly. Now, come on. I have more traditions to share with you,” Seth said and pulled at Dean’s arm. Dean glanced at the nightstand clock and realized just how late he slept in; it was nearly noon. Dean allowed Seth to drag him out of bed and into the living room where presents waited to be opened.

Once they were opened and properly loved and thanked for, Seth made his way to the kitchen, “So, what tradition is next? Can I finally have my coffee, now?” Dean asked. He took a seat at the small bar top and watched Seth work. He pulled out something Dean didn’t even know they had; cinnamon rolls.

“This is always what my family has for breakfast on Christmas. It’s a good thing to keep up filled up until Christmas dinner, which is always eaten early. While those are baking, we call and text loved ones Merry Christmas,” Seth said as he worked. Once the cinnamon rolls were securely in the oven, he took the bar stool next to Dean and the two men turned to their phones. Seth dialed his mom, who answered excited along with Seth’s step-father, who wished the two boys Merry Christmas. Seth talked to them a bit while Dean dialed his mom.

“Hey Ma,” he said when she picked up, “Yeah, Merry Christmas to you too.” He and his mom talked a bit, Dean told her what Seth had gotten him and what he got Seth, and then about what they were up to at that moment. After a bit, he hung up and Seth followed shortly after, having, of course, let his parents say hello to Dean.

“Oh, it’s Ro,” Dean said as his phone went off. He answered the facetime, “Merry Christmas, big dog!” Dean exclaimed as the video feed went up. Roman sat on the other end, his hair in a high bun and JoJo sitting in the frame.

“Hey there guys. Jo here wanted to call her favorite uncles,” Roman said with a smile.

“Merry Christmas!” JoJo yelled, a grin on her face. Seth and Dean laughed and smiled, returning the well wishes. They let her talk about her favorite gifts and even show a few, then she ran off the play again.

“Hey, you guys have plans for dinner?” Roman asked.

Seth shrugged, “We’ll probably just go out or something, just the two of us,” he said. Dean fought a frown, he knew he should have fought Seth harder about where to spend Christmas. He knew Seth would like to be with his parents, but he insisted that they do their first Christmas alone. Dean now wished he had gone against what Seth insisted and just bought those plane tickets to Iowa. Instead, they were in their shared apartment in Ohio that they were renting.

“I wish you two were closer, you would be more than welcome to join us for dinner, Galina was actually asking about if y’all would be coming up. I think she misses you guys. I know I do,” Roman said.

Dean looked at Seth, then back to Roman, “That okay, we decided this would be just us all day anyway. Besides, Seth has been showing me his traditions, now I want to show him some of mine.” Seth smiled and nuzzled at Dean.

Roman chuckled, “Alright, but wear protection you two. Hey, G is calling me so I’m gonna go. See you guys in a week, love you both.” Roman hung up after Seth and Dean laughed at his joke and then bid him farewell.

“What traditions do you have?” Seth asked as he got up to check the cinnamon rolls. He pulled them out and Dean took in a big whiff of the delicious scent.

“You’ll see. It does involve us leaving the house though, so after we eat we should get dressed,” Dean said. Seth iced the cinnamon rolls and then brought them over, digging in with Dean after they had a moment or two to cool down.

After they cleared the cinnamon bun dishes, the two men got dressed and were on the way out the door. Dean took to the driver’s seat, Seth in the passenger’s, and they took off for Dean’s intended destination. After a bit of driving and a bit of battling traffic, Dean shut off the car outside their local movie theater. “Here we are,” Dean said and got out. Seth followed suit and joined Dean’s side.

“The movies?” Seth asked.

Dean shrugged, “Yeah, I don’t really go home for Christmas that often, so when I don’t I go see a movie.”

Seth nodded and then took Dean’s hand in his, “I love that we’re sharing stuff like this. Makes me feel closer to you.” Dean smiled and lightly kissed Seth’s forehead. Once they decided on a movie, splurged on the concession stand works, and found their seats, they enjoyed the movie wrapped up in each other. The reclining, cushioned seats allowed them to better snuggle, the armrest in the middle coming up and allowing them to get even closer. Though tempted, both men refrained from being a stereotypical couple at the theater, and actually watched the movie instead of making out.

Seth and Dean emerged from the building into the bright, chilly afternoon air, “What next?” Seth asked as the two men settled into the car.

The dashboard clock read 3:30, “Perfect. Now, we get dinner. I think that buffet we like is open on Christmas.” Dean drove off and they arrived at the buffet in no time. They got a table and then set out for food, everything looking pretty darn good. When they had their fill, it was about 4:30 and both men were ready to fall into a food coma.

“I am gonna have to hit the gym so hard tomorrow,” Seth groaned as they exited the buffet and headed towards the car. The drive home was short, much to their relief, and the two men did the only thing to do after hitting the buffet: nap.

When Dean woke up, it was about 8:00. He groaned and turned over to face Seth; it was his turn to wake the other man. He kissed Seth’s nose first, then his forehead and then his lips. Seth stirred and hummed, then returned the kiss. “What time is it?” Seth groaned, still half asleep.

“About 8,” Dean replied. He pressed his lips back to Seth’s, “Today has been great.”

Seth hummed again, “I agree,” he said and kissed Dean again, “But I think it's time we made our own tradition. What was that Roman said, ‘use protection’?”

Dean chuckled, almost darkly, “That can’t be Christmas tradition, we do that almost every night,” he argued.

“True,” Seth agreed, “So let’s switch it up. What's one thing you want to do that you don’t necessarily want to do often but want to do it enough to do it once a year?” Seth asked.

Dean thought for a moment, “Hmmm, what about switching roles? You be my bitch for one night out of the year,” Dean answered.

Seth perked up, “Ooh, I like it. I’ve always wondered what it’s like to be a bottom.”

Dean smiled, “I think you’re gonna like it, but are you sure you can give up control like that?” he asked.

“Anything for you, baby,” Seth said, “Now, go get the lube and let’s start a new tradition.”

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Day Twenty - Sledding

Paring: Seth Rollins X Dean Ambrose

Rating: PG

Warnings: None

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A/N: Track #25DaysOfAmbrollins!

“Wait, seriously?” Seth asked in disbelief, his eyes wide and staring at Roman in shock.

The Samoan shrugged, “Yeah, seriously.”

“You’ve never been sledding?” Dean asked.

“Nope, never.”

“Alright,” Seth said and stood up, “Get up, we’re going sledding.”

Dean stood up and nodded, “Agreed. Come on, right now.”

“But we don’t have anything to sled with,” Roman protested but stood up with his brothers anyway.

Seth and Dean looked at each other, “Then we’re going shopping and then going sledding,” Seth said. He moved to put his phone in his pocket and then put on his winter coat. Dean grabbed the keys after doing the same and then stood at the hotel door, awaiting Roman to follow their lead. When the big dog finally gave in and was ready beside them.

Once they returned to the hotel, brand new sleds in hand, they bundled up and then headed for a nearby hill they spotted, “This is perfect,” Dean noted as they looked at the incline. It was a decent size and wasn’t too steep that trudging up it would be difficult. The freshly fallen snow remained undisturbed on the hill, so the three decided it was up to them to christen the new, flawless surface.

“This is ridiculous,” Roman commented as they stood at the top of the hill.

“No person should be allowed to go their entire life without having sledding at least once in their life,” Seth reasoned. He put down his sled and made the first pass down the hill, making a solid path as he went. Dean went next to solidify the path and then it was Roman’s turn. Dean stood with Seth, the man snuggled up in his arms and Seth held out his phone as he filmed.

“Come on, Uce!” Dean yelled. Seth sniggered as Roman slightly struggled to take off, but soon the winter air was filled with the excited yells of the Samoan. He slid right to where Seth and Dean stood in an embrace, the two men laughing as their friend’s face lit up with joy.

“How was it?” Seth asked, still filming.

Roman stood up, a smile beaming on his face, “So worth it!” he yelled into the camera. Seth laughed and ended the recording.

“That’s getting sent to Gal when we get back inside,” Seth said as he put the phone away, “Now come on, we got some sleds to get our money’s worth out of!” The three took off back up the hill, their shouts of joy filling the air as they went. After a couple of passes, they had to move over a bit and start a new path, and after they had about five paths started, they decided that it was the last time. They had gone down various ways: the right way, on their knees, on their bellies, backward, you name it. Now, Seth sat in between Dean’s legs as they took off on their last run down the hill, Roman following shortly behind.

“What a great day,” Roman commented as they made their way back towards the hotel.

“Agreed, now let’s get back inside and get some hot chocolate started,” Seth said as they walked.

“How are we gonna do that, we don’t have any-” Dean started.

“You think I’d let us go outside to play in the snow without picking up some hot chocolate? Come on, babe, don’t you know me?” Seth asked, tutting as he did.

They made their way into the hotel room, the cold truly beginning to set in. Seth stripped of his snowy clothes, as did Dean and Roman, Dean and Seth stealing looks of each other as they did so as if they were children in high school trying to hide their crushes. Roman just laughed at them and their actions. Once Seth was comfortable in sweatpants and sweatshirt, he set to making the hot chocolate, smacking away Dean’s hands as he tried to help.

“I got this, you go snuggle up in the bed and start warming it up,” Seth said. Dean just laughed and did as he was bid, getting into the bed that he and Seth shared.

“You look cold over there, Ro,” Dean commented.

“S’cold,” Roman replied shortly.

Dean smiled and shifted in the bed, getting in the middle of the mattress, “Come ‘ere,” he said and held up the blanket as in invitation. Roman looked at him in question, “I mean it.” Roman sighed and got up, then crawled into bed with Dean. Seth arrived shortly after and handed the men their hot beverages, then crawled in next to his boyfriend. They snuggled up, the three of them sipping on their drink as they turned on the tv to find a Christmas movie.

“Truly a perfect day,” Roman said softly, “Thanks, guys.”

“You’re welcome, big dog,” Seth said.

“Thanks for the cocoa too, babe,” Dean said with a smile on his face. Seth smiled over at him and then pressed a kiss to Dean’s lips, muttering a soft ‘you’re welcome’ when they broke the kiss.

“Love you,” Seth whispered.

“Love you too,” Roman answered before Dean could.

The men laughed, “Yeah, what he said,” Dean said, “And we love you too, Ro.” Roman smiled and the three snuggled closer, though to chill from outside was long gone.

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Day Nineteen - Home for the Holidays

Paring: Seth Rollins X Dean Ambrose

Rating: PG

Warnings: none

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“What do you mean you aren’t going home for Christmas, where are you going?” Seth asked. He, Dean, and Roman were relaxing in their hotel room after a hard-won match, and they had been talking about their little break they had coming up.

Dean shrugged, “I mean, I’m going home to Nevada, but I’m not spending the holiday with anyone really. I don’t exactly have many people to spend Christmas with, and I don’t like troubling my ma.” Dean picked at a loose thread on the hotel bed comforter as he spoke, suddenly feeling self-conscious about the whole ordeal.

“So what do you do for Christmas?” Seth asked.

“Nothing fancy, just kinda stay in, watch some tv and drink. Maybe I’ll go out for dinner, but usually, I just whip up something at home,” Dean replied.

“Psh, you’re a terrible cook,” Roman commented, “What exactly did you ‘whip up’ last year?”

“Cereal, mostly.”

Seth scoffed, “No, unacceptable. You’re coming home with me this Christmas,” Seth declared.

“What? No, Seth, that’s not necessary. Really, I’m fine,” Dean protested.

“I wasn’t asking, I was stating. You don’t really have a choice, sorry sweet-cheeks. The decision is final,” Seth said, “You can’t fight me on that.”

“I wouldn’t try to argue,” Roman advised.

Dean sighed, “Fine, I know a lost cause when I see one.” He pushed himself off and headed to the bathroom, sleep clothes in hand as an excuse to get away in order to hide the blush on his face. The butterflies in his stomach didn’t seem to want to settle at the thought of spending Christmas with the guy he had been harboring feelings for for years.

“Alright, let’s turn in. I’m exhausted,” Roman said as Dean finally emerged from the bathroom, a pair of grey sweatpants the only thing on his body. Roman began to undress and then crawled into bed, nothing but boxers on, while Seth changed into basketball shorts and rid himself of his shirt. Dean internally groaned and forced himself to look away from the man as he crawled into the bed that he would be sharing with Roman for the night, it being Seth’s turn to have a bed all to himself. Seth switched off the light and Dean fell asleep to the thought of being alone with Seth for the entire break.

~~~~~~~~~

The plane ride to Iowa had been relatively short and peaceful, as had the car ride to Seth’s childhood home. They had shoved all their bags into the rental and took off, Seth obviously in the driver’s seat and Dean in the passenger’s. Dean was fidgeting in his seat, suddenly nervous.

“You did tell your parents you were bringing me home, didn’t you?” Dean asked. What if they didn’t want Dean there? They only got so much time with their son, after all.

“Would you relax? They know you’re coming and they’re excited to have you, alright? My parents love you, you know that,” Seth assured Dean. His hand came over and rested on Dean’s knee, squeezing it in reassurance, and then returning it back to the steering wheel.

“I know, but I feel like I’m intruding or something, they don’t get to see you that often, and I wouldn’t want to interrupt like family time or-”

“Dean!” Seth interrupted, “I wouldn’t have invited you if I didn’t want you there, okay? You worry so much, just enjoy this break.” Dean was quiet, still nervous despite Seth’s words. Seth looked over, “Hey, man. I’m not saying your fears are invalid or stupid or anything, I just want you to know that there’s nothing to worry about. You’re my best friend, and I’ll be damned if I let you spend Christmas alone. Now, pep up, okay? We’re on break!”

Dean smiled as a cheesy, overly excited smile spread across Seth’s face, “Alright, alright, just stop looking at me like that, ya dork.”

Seth’s face relaxed, but a smile was still there, “Hey, you’re gonna love my mom’s cooking. When’s the last time you had a genuine, mom-style, home-cooked meal?”

“Psh, man I can’t even remember,” Dean said, “But anything beats those weird meals you have us eat.”

“Hey, those meals are best for the body, alright? God, sue me for making sure you guys eat healthy,” Seth grumbled jokingly.

“Whatever man, if you try and make me eat any of those while we’re on this break, I’m shoving right up where the sun don’t shine,” Dean threatened, his fears long forgotten as they drove.

Seth laughed, “Alright, agreed. It’s home-cooked or nothing this entire break, I promise,” he assured Dean. The two fell into a comfortable silence and soon they were pulling up to Seth’s parent’s home.

“Wow, nice place,” Dean commented as they walked towards the front door.

“Yeah, it’s not too bad. I offered to buy them a new place once I had a steady WWE paycheck, but they just asked for money to fix the place up and make it their own. Oh, and of course to buy it instead of renting it. Said there were too many memories to leave it behind, and I’m glad they thought so cause I’d miss this place,” Seth told Dean as they unloaded their luggage and then made for the door. Seth walked right in and called out, “I’m home!” and then set his stuff down. Dean set his stuff down next to it and suddenly his nerves were back to bite him in the ass. He really should have just gone back to Nevada.

“Oooh, there they are!” Seth’s mom exclaimed as she came briskly walking to greet them, “We were wondering when you’d get in.” She pulled Seth in for a hug and then pulled Dean in for one, “We are just so happy you could join us for the holiday. It’ll be so nice to have the coup full again!”

Dean smiled, “Heh, yeah thanks for letting me come.”

Seth’s mom smiled, “No trouble at all. Well, Seth here was just beside himself when he told us you spent the holiday all by your lonesome.”

“Ma,” Seth said pleadingly, almost sounding embarrassed. Dean just smiled, he knew Seth cared about him, but he didn’t know he cared that much.

“Your brother Brandon should be getting here soon, too, so we’ll figure out where you’ll be sleeping Dean,” Seth’s mom said.

“I’m really just fine on the couch or something,” Dean said.

“Nah, you’re welcome to my bed, brother. Come on, let’s get this stuff out of the way,” Seth said and grabbed up the luggage. Dean followed suit and followed Seth upstairs and into the room Seth led them to.

“Wow, so this is what baby Seth was like,” Dean commented as he entered the time capsule of Seth’s life. Black flag posters hung on the wall along with a few A Day to Remember posters. There was a rack filled with CDs and the desk had stack upon stack of notebooks. Dean set down his things and looked around the room, then picked up a notebook, “What’s all this?”

Seth grabbed up the notebook, “Nothing, they’re nothing,” he said, somewhat flustered, “I just, uh, I used to write.”

“You did? How come you don’t anymore?” Dean asked as he looked at another notebook.

Seth shut that notebook as well, “Just don’t have the time, that’s all.”

“Why don’t you want me to read them?” Dean teased, amused at how flustered Seth appeared.

“It’s just, I don’t know, they aren’t good,” Seth said.

Dean chuckled, “You’re your own worst critic. Come on, lemme read some,” Dean urged, “What is it you wrote, anyway?”

“Just stupid stuff, really,” Seth played cool.

“Like poetry? Or like stories?” Dean asked, crossing his arms, a smirk on his face.

Seth shrugged, “I dunno, stories I guess.”

Dean kept his eyes on Seth as he reached down and retrieved a notebook and opened it, Seth finally allowing him to do so. He read the first few lines, “This is all wrestling stuff. You wrote down your fantasies,” Dean observed, a smirk on his lips, “Cute.”

Seth snatched up the notebook again, “That’s enough of that, alright? Yes, I wrote about what I hoped my life would be in the future, okay. Can we go back downstairs now?” Seth asked.

Dean smirked, “You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed,” he said boldly, then moved passed Seth and towards the door. Seth was right behind him and they joined Seth’s parents once again downstairs.

~~~~~

“Merry Christmas, Dean,” Seth said, holding out a present to the man. He was in fuzzy sleep pants and no shirt, his hair messily tied up in a bun. There were other details around Dean, but he couldn’t seem to focus on them. All that mattered was Seth. Dean looked down at the present in his hand and began to open it. It was a picture of Seth, and Dean looked up at the man in confusion.

“What is this?” he asked.

“I’m your present,” Seth said. He leaned forward and placed a kiss on Dean’s lips, much to Dean’s shock. The kiss was so good, so sweet, so passionate, so very much what Dean really wanted, but so very much a dream. Dean jolted awake, the lingering feeling of Seth’s lips on his own fading fast. Dean almost whimpered at the loss of contact and sighed, turned over in the bed that he was sharing with Seth. It was a twin, the bed size they were used to sharing in hotel rooms, so it was no problem to share another now. They had shared beds before, but this felt different. Dean shook the thoughts from his head and let himself be taken by sleep again, praying that his dream would come back to him.

~~~~~

“Wake up, ya lazy log!” Dean heard before a soft object came crashing down on his head, “Come on, Dean! It’s Christmas!” he heard Seth say enthusiastically. Dean only groaned, “Come on, don’t you want to see what present I got you this year?”

Dean opened his eyes, the image of his dream still vivid in his mind, “Unless it’s a large sleeping pill, I don’t want it.”

“Come on, grumpy, mom made a special breakfast for Christmas and your name is all over it.” Dean groaned again but got up, found a shirt to throw on to cover his torso, then followed Seth downstairs. The house smelled amazing, the scent of breakfast filling his nose.

“Breakfast first, then presents,” Seth’s mom said as the two sat down at the table. Brandon, Seth’s brother, had arrived late last night and was already sitting at the table with his father. Food was already being laid out on the table and Seth dug right in, encouraging Dean to follow suit. He hadn’t realized how hungry he was until that moment.

After breakfast was cleared, the family made their way into the living room and sat around the tree. Seth, Brandon, and Dean all took to the floor like children, while the older parents took to the couch. Seth and Brandon opened the presents from their parents, and Dean even found that there was one for him from them. It was a lovely knitted sweater that Seth’s mom had made.

“I was going to send it back with Seth after break, I have one for Roman as well, but I figured since you’re here.” Dean smiled and thanked her kindly, his heart warm from the gesture.

“Okay, open mine,” Seth said and handed Dean his present. Shaded of his dream came to mind as he took the present. Seth indeed was shirtless, but he wore grey sweatpants as usual, and his messy hair was in a low bun, not a high one. Dean handed Seth his present so they could open them together. Dean tore into the wrapping paper and a smile spread on his lips.

“What is this?” he asked. He pulled out an old-timey pocket watch and looked at it.

“Click it open,” Seth said.

Dean did as instructed and gasped lightly, “Seth,” he said under his breath, the faces of himself, Seth, and Roman looking back at him. On the top lid sat the picture and the little hands of the clock ticked by. He closed it and flipped it over to admire the new item and felt himself go cold, “What’s with the date?” he asked. It was the date they were supposed to come back together from break.

Seth was now closer than before, “Well, I was going to give this to you when we came back. I was hoping it would be an anniversary date.”

“Anniversary date for what?” Dean asked, looking up to meet Seth’s eyes. In an instant, Dean’s dream from last night came true as Seth’s lips pressed against his own.

“Our anniversary date,” Seth said after he broke the kiss. Dean was speechless and all he could think to do was kiss Seth again. Seth broke the kiss and laughed, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Absolutely, yes,” Dean breathed.

Seth chuckled, “We’ll have to send it back and have the date changed,” he said. Dean just laughed, his heart full in that very moment. What an amazing Christmas this was.