Dean:
"You have three acres of land yet you still don't hire a lawn service to mow it regularly." Dean shook his head as he helped you file bills, calculate dates and costs, and caught up on what all needed to be done.
"That's just another bill that I don't need to worry about." You stated, not looking up from your computer screen. You stared at all of the notes you have typed, and then thought of something else.
"Dean, how am I going to get all of my stuff here?" You asked. He explained like it was nothing.
"You don't have much stuff already, but since we only have tomorrow off, we're going to have to drive to your house, pack up, drive back and unload all in one day. Are you up for it?" He raised an eyebrow. You stared at him wide-eyed, but you nodded your head nevertheless. You could do this. If you could survive an annual European tour, you could do anything.
"Okay. We are still keeping my house as like a home away from home, correct?" You asked him. he nodded as you slipped your glasses up into your hair.
"I have six more payments to make just in the house payment. That's about $2,100 each. so all together that's-" You quickly typed the numbers into the calculator. "$12,600 just in house payments." You scrolled down on your computer screen, squinting at the bright light.
"Now onto utilities, since I run on well water, it's $54 dollars a month. Six more months means $324 dollars. Gas shouldn't need filled for awhile; I have about 78% left. In miscellaneous, I owe about $3,094 dollars. So in all expenses it's precisely-" You crunched the numbers. "$16,018. I can easily pay that off in a few months time. Let me just change the billing address."
You started typing away again on the keyboard, changing your billing address. You noticed Dean staring at you out of the corner of your eye, and you glanced up at him. His mouth twitched up into a smile, and you just raised your eyebrows.
"What?" You asked. He just smiled at you more."
"Look at you being all cute and buisness-y. That'll come in handy for the wedding." He hopped down from his perch on the table and walked into the kitchen to get an apple.
You froze. Why does he keep dropping hints?
What is he hiding?
[Later The Next Day]
You dropped your final box at the entrance of Dean's house, and realization finally hit you. You have officially moved into Dean's house. No more little cottage in Minnesota. No more three acres of open land, and no more loneliness. You were were in Las Vegas, living with Dean Ambrose.
"Dean?" You spoke quietly, afraid that if you spoke any louder, that your voice just might shatter; like a rock being throw side of a building made of thin glass.
"Yes babe?" He asked.
"I love you. More that you could ever know." You saw Dean start to get tears in his eyes, but he quickly blinked them back.
"Right back at you, cream puff." You smiled, then furrowed your brow.
"Cream puff?" You asked.
"It's your new nickname. You'll get used to it." You giggled, nudging his arm.
"Come on. You're helping me unpack."
Seth:
"SETH LET'S GO GO GOOOO!" You shouted in the parking lot of the hotel. You had all of your belongings in the trunk of the car, and you were ready. Seth finished his stride to the car and hopped in the driver's seat.
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If I Was Your Girlfriend; Dean, Seth and Roman Boyfriend Scenarios
FanficSo, I searched everywhere for these and I couldn't find any. I am a huge Dean Ambrose fan and have always wanted a story where I'M with him. So if you guys are anything like me, I can't imagine how frustrated you must be. Sometimes I hate when it's...