Wrestlers x Reader;VOL 2[𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃]

Ghost Of The Past [MCU/WWE Crossover]

Pairing: Psycho!Dean Ambrose x Reader, Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Featuring: Bucky Barnes {Mobster}, d/n {Bucky's and readers daughter}, Natasha Romanoff {Mentioned}

Prompt: "You're a psychopath."- "I prefer creative." From Halloween prompts

Requested: Yes, from Wattpad {Technically it was for Dean, but I added Mob!Bucky, cause I can,.}

Summary: your past catches up to you.

WARNINGS: pyscho! Dean, blood, angst, guns, violence, character death, kissing, fluff, possessiveness, one-sided love, stalking, swearing.

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: I do apologize if there are spelling mistakes I did spell check/ edit it like three times ...hope I wrote the psychopath character right, from what I researched they are manipulative, good liars, don't understand emotions, can't form a relationship (if they are in one they won't feel exactly the same), have to be in control, high sense of self-importance & charming.

e/c= eye colour

Dean smirked at the mid-century modern mansion through the iron gates.

A sense of relief washing over him, as he finally found you. It's been nine long years of searching for you and he finally found you. You and he could be together again.

Dean quickly climbed the iron fence, he landed perfectly on the ground, then quietly ran up the steep hill, ducking and hiding so he wouldn't get caught. Once he got to the house, he quickly pressed his back flush against the side of the wall, slowly moving along the wall until he reached a huge window.

Dean quickly peeked his head out to look through the window, his eyebrows furrowing as he saw a kitchen and dining room area. His eyes lit up when he saw you at the kitchen sink, which just happened to be situated in front of the window he was peeking in through. His heart quickened as he kept staring at you, while you fill the kettle up with water. His heart beating faster, as his whole face lit up with happiness, smiling at you, as he continued to stare at you through the window.

The smile on his face dropped into a frown as he saw a man with medium brown hair, that was slicked back with hair gel, carrying a baby in his arms. The man made his way over to you, the baby holding tightly onto the man's shirt. The man stood beside you, kissing your cheek softly, making you smile. His hand rested on your lower back, while you turned to look at him, turning the tap off. You were about to say something when he pressed his lips against yours softly, making Dean clench his fists, glaring at the man, Dean's lips pressed together firmly, his eyebrows lowered, his jaw clenched, he quickly looked away from the window, pressing his back against the wall again.

That should be him in there, instead of him, he had to get rid of him.

She's mine. How could she... he thought to himself, as anger built up inside of him.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard a voice speak.

"Morning babe." You giggled.

"It is a good morning." The male voice spoke, making Dean roll his eyes, and mimic him, then fake gag.

Dean rolled his eyes as he heard you giggling, he took a chance and poked his head out, looking through the kitchen splashback window, regretting it immediately. The guy you were with was kissing your neck, Dean's anger got worse at the sight of this man kissing your neck, what hurt, even more, was that you were enjoying it.

Dean didn't notice that the baby's eyes wandered away from its parents to look out the window. Staring straight at Dean, the baby let out a noise, making Dean's eyes widen when you and the man stopped the lovey-dovey act to turn yours and his attention towards the baby.