Wwe one shots

Dean ambrose

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Dean Ambrose's POV
Ahh, arch nemesis. Aren't they just a big ol cunt sucker? Man I can't stand them.

This girl, Danielle, walks around as if she is the talk of the town. She NEVER gets angry over anything!!! It pisses me off, and I have been trying for months to get the anger out of this girl.

She is just so sweet, and beautiful- I mean ugly, and she is never changes her emotions.

I was walking around backstage with Roman, until I saw Danielle. I was about to walk over to her until Roman grabbed my shoulder. "Dude, leave it alone."

I brushed his hand off. "Well why won't she get angry?!"

Roman shrugs. "I don't know, not my problem."

I snapped. Danielle was holding a hold bunch of files. I walked by her and slapped the files out of her hand.

"Dean." This is it, finally. Here it comes-

"Can you help me pick these up?" Anddddd it's gone.

I roll my eyes and kneel down to help her.

She looks at me smiling. "Thank you Dean, sorry for bumping into you."

"Woah woah woah, you didn't bump into me. I slapped them out of your hand." I snap.

Her smile turns into a frown."Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't notice."

"Stop." She looks at me confused.

"Did I do something wrong-"

"Stop right there. I just...... I don't get it. Why, why are you so nice to me? You so kind, and gentle. I'm so rude, stubborn and cocky, and you treat me as if I'm the nicest person to you. It makes no sense. How are you never angry? How in the world are you never mad. Get mad for once. Once in your fucking life!!!"I yelled. I notice a tear fall out of her eye.

You have got to be kidding me.

She stands up, wiping it. "I'm sorry I angered you." She walks away.

Give me a fuckin break.

Danielle's POV
As soon as I left Dean's presence, I broke into tears.

Roman tried grabbing my shoulder, but I brushed it off and walked away.

I went in my car and immediately turned it on. I drove with tears streaming down my face.

It was a red light. I put down my car mirror, and looked at myself. I my eyeliner was smudged, my hair was wild, I looked like a mess.

I kept dazing, until I heard cars beeping at me. I put it back up and continued driving.

When I arrived at the hotel, I took at my suitcase. I walked in and checked in.

I immediately went into my hotel room. I felt like ending it right here, but I'm being a little over dramatic. Oh, Danielle. Aren't you full of fuckin surprises?

I checked to make sure I have everything.

Files...

Phone....

Charger....

Ring gear....

I think I have everything-

Oh no, shit.

Dean Ambrose's POV
I speeded ahead everyone.

I parked into the parking lot, and bursted inside.

I asked the lady at the front desk where her room is, as I hide the little baggie.

I first put my stuff down in my room, then I run in front of Danielle's room.

I knocked.

Danielle's POV
I heard a knock on the door. I wiped my face the best way I can.

I open the door with Dean just coming in. He slams the door.

"Dean what's wrong this time-"

He takes out a little baggie. The baggie I have been looking for.

I froze. "Dean it's not what it looks like-"

He shushed me. He opened his arms and spoke calmly. "Come here..."

He slowly approached me and wrapped me in his arms. I sobbed in his chest as he played with my hair. "It's ok...breathe."

He broke the hug, and rubbed my arms in circles. "Danielle, you out of all people. Why this path?"

I sniffled. "Dean,  you have no idea."

"But Danielle out of all things, cocaine? Do you know how many people I know have died because of this? This, this is a whole lot of bad."

"What else is there for me to do? I have nothing else to rely on." I sighed.

Dean cups my chin. "You have to talk to someone."

I crossed my arms. "Well, you hate me."

Dean sighs. "I don't hate you, I just despise you. I don't like how your never angry, and when I'm a total douche to you, you stand there as if nothing happened. Like as if I didn't just bully you or harass you or body-shame you just now. I just don't know how people can live a life like that."

"Because anger makes me sad. I don't want to be put in that state of mind. Not again."

Dean looked at me. "What do you mean not agai-"

"We'll talk about it another time, ok?" He slowly nods.

It suddenly got awkward. It was silent. My heart was racing.

"Danielle."

"Yea?"

"You're good at forgetting things, right?"

"Um, I don't know." Dean cups my face and smashes his lips onto mine.

He slowly moves me toward the wall, which down I'm leaning against.

I'm stuck in his traps. Dean is playing tongue twister with me, and I don't plan on quitting this game.

He slowly broke the kiss. I stood there as Dean walked towards the door.

He turned around and winked at me. I flashed a smile.

Dean Ambrose's POV
I shut the door.

I get a call from Roman, and I pick up. "Hello?"

"Did you do it?"

"Yup."