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Happy birthday, seth rollins — 28 may 1986

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(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

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he looks pretty damn good with the intercontinental championship (◕‿◕✿)

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Assistance [Dean x Reader]

summary: dean provides you a little bit of help during your title match

word count: 1,024

warnings: swearing, slightly suggestive

“Have you ever seen two competitors fight so viciously?” Mauro Ranallo asked, fixing his gaze on the ongoing assault that was taking place in the ring.

You could not recall how long the beating had gone on for, but you were hurting all over. It wasn’t exactly hard to tell how much you were struggling to recover either; to repair the damage that had been done to you. Attempting to maneuver with any grace whatsoever was laughable, as your movements came out unintentionally jerky as a result from all the pain.

Though, when Alexa Bliss came into your line of sight, you could barely recognize her. Her gait was completely off; she walked more like a scarecrow as opposed to a human, and all lopsided at that. The closer she got to you, the more your heart started to race. It wasn’t until she was just inches away from you that you saw all of the injuries she sustained. Her right eye was entirely swollen, she could barely see a damn thing. Not to mention, the gash above her left eye that had turned her face into a mask of crimson. She was practically standing in a pool of blood which acted as a carpet on the once white ring mat.

“Shit, did I really do all that?” you muttered under your breath, staring back at your grisly-like opponent.

It was unlike you to go all out during a match, but this particular bout was for the Smackdown Live Women’s Championship. In other words, you had to push yourself past the very limit to achieve your goal.

“Who do you think will be taking home the gold tonight, JBL?” Mauro asked, turning to face his partner.

“Isn’t it obvious, Ranallo?” he scoffed, “There is no doubt in my mind that Alexa Bliss will be retaining her championship, and rightfully so!”

Every word that was said by the antagonizing commentator only added fuel to the fire that burned inside of you. Each phrase was like gasoline. It only made you realize just how badly you wanted to prove him wrong. Not long afterwards, pain blazed up your arm as your forearm connected with her face while she sunk into your stomach. Blood emerged from her mouth as you gagged. The both of you stumbled apart for a brief second to catch your breaths before diving back at one another. You dodged her clenched fist and came up with your own; for a concise moment, her unusually blue eyes widened before she tilted her head to give you a devastating head-butt. You tried to return the favor by throwing a sloppy dropkick, but to no avail, she caught her leg and used it to propel you backwards.

“Did you really think you could take me down that easily?” Alexa sneered with an infuriating smirk plastered across her face.

In that instant, Alexa flipped you over only to use your signature submission move against you, the Sharpshooter. Pain erupted from the point of impact and if that wasn’t enough, your ears were ringing from the deafening amount of boos coming from the crowd. Everything was falling apart in that moment. From the way you held yourself to that unassailable look of confidence in your eye. It was all gradually coming to a halt. The torment you’ve encountered in this match wasn’t sharp like any blade, it burned around throughout your body better than boiling water.

“Tap, dammit!” you heard JBL shout all the way from the commentators’ table.

Suddenly, the familiar sound of an engine revving filled the entire arena, making the crowd emit joyous cheers. You winced in pain as the weight of Alexa suddenly disappeared in a swift motion. Out came none other than the lunatic fringe himself, Dean Ambrose. He made his way past the ring, ignoring any of the incoherent yelling that came from Alexa. His baby blue eyes darted over to you, along with a huge smile that showcased his signature dimples.

“Why don’t you do all of us a favor and just get out?” Alexa asked, stepping in to block his view of you.

“You’re gonna have to run me over with a car to get rid of me, sunshine!” he retorted, his smile still prominent.

Alexa rolled her eyes at the former Mr. Money in the Bank and spun around to continue her incursion. However, in that short amount of time that Alexa and Dean shared exchanges, you had managed to get back on your feet. Wasting no time, you immediately put little Miss Bliss into a fireman’s carry followed by having her dropped into a knee lift.

“Show her how it’s done, doll!” Dean cheered.

With no hesitation, you roll Alexa up into a pin.

“1… 2…” the referee counted, “…3!”

Dean slid into the ring with your newly acclaimed championship in his hands.

“Congratulations, Y/N! I knew ya could do it�� he said with a wink before wrapping the title around your waist.

Dean and the referee raised your arm and the crowd roared. Afterwards, he lifted up the ropes so you could step out, following closely behind.

“What was that all about?” you asked as soon as the two of you reached Gorilla position.

As he leaned forwards, your heart began to race again. A few small locks of his dark brown hair tumbled in front of your face, barely resting on the side of your cheek. Though, with one swift swipe of his thumb, it was promptly brushed away. Whilst meeting his alluring gaze, you were instantly drawn to it. Once his lips met your cheek, your entire face felt red and hot.

“Don’t get me wrong, you’re a fucking talented wrestler” he chuckled, “Just thought you needed a little assistance”

At that point in time, you felt his hot breath on your neck that was accompanied by his soft lips. You feel one of his hands slide around your waist, pulling you closer to his warm embrace. You can’t help but feel your lips curve at his soft touch.

“You know, Dean” you whisper into his ear, “Wrestling isn’t the only thing I’m good at…”