merenwen | she's on the frinege chp 1 (Reply)

Dean is just Dean. Always has been. She was thrown into their stable to be eye candy or whatever and decided screw that and has kicked ass ever since. Both Seth and Roman have seen the tapes from her Indy days and how she'd take on women, men and the fucking environment to put on a good show. Barbed wire across her face and blood running down her cheeks was normal and they respected her for it.

They never question the name. Ok, Seth calls her Deana one time and swears his jaw has never sat right since.

She's Dean. They are Shield. Roman and Seth fuck and Dean makes jokes and they make it work. At first Roman is not even sure the fans realise Dean is a girl because her hair is short and messy and after the sports bra and the vest she's all pinned down. If someone knew they would notice but they don't and so don't want to see and that suits Dean fine. They kick ass in the ring and outside of it Dean is always in big hoodies and big jeans and thinks out-farting Seth is the most important competition of her life.

It doesn't even register to curl up on one bed together and neither Seth nor Roman blink when one ends up sharing with Dean on their own. It is just the way it is. Bank balances and getting more beer in.

Of course things start to change over time. Dean's hair gets longer and she doesn't cut it. It starts to frame her face more and somehow her dimples stand out. The Shield is broken for creative reasons and her attire changes and gets harder to hide her shape. The internet explodes with the truth and Dean drags Seth and Roman into her hotel room and throws things around through tears thinking her career is over. The fans rally and somehow the number of fans who recognise talent outnumber the sexist sacks of shit.

She's still taking on the men and creative and the locker-room agree that will continue but something still changes. Del Rio can agree to fight her but there is still a tension there. Roman fights himself over his desire to protect her because she's Dean and that is the last thing she needs. Seth forces himself not to beat workers to it and rip the sexist signs out of fans hands and tear them to shreds.

She's still Dean.

Creative ask her if she wants to ease up on the sports bras and the bindings and maybe show herself a little more. She storms out the meeting and rants at Seth over the phone for forty minutes before he convinces her it might actually help her performance to not feel so restricted.

Fuck you., she had snarled down the phone but then on Raw Seth saw the differences as she beat Harper up and down the arena.

She sends him a text that night about how it was easier to move but still fuck him>/i> and Seth pays for them to get waffles the next morning. Dean's never done social media so she doesn't need to deal with the fallout but it feels like Seth's phone never stops. Neither does Roman's. They try to turn off well everything but there always seems to be a box that they never bothered to tick.

The Slammys come sooner than expected and the Shield finds themselves up for awards even if not technically together. They feel together. They hope to win things while texting each other and hoping together.

Dean gets asked to hand out an award and Roman and Seth think nothing of it but huddle around a tv to watch Dean do her thing. The music hits, they share a look, and then Dean appears and time kind of comes to an awkward grinding halt.

Dean looks amazing.

Dean does not look like Dean.

The sports bras that pin down her breasts are gone and so are the baggy shirts and hoodies that did the job the rest of the time. Instead she is wearing a blue dress that ties around her neck and flares from her middle. Leggings reach her knees and blue pumps cover her feet. She is far from a diva but she is stunning and both men watch her stunned.

"Damn, she's...well...somethin." Roman states to break the silence. He's half hard and it is awkward cause he can see Seth is too.

"Shit. Yeah. Man I knew she would never go all push up bra and heels but I never even considered a dress."

"Looks damn good in it." Roman breathes.

"We should...probably tell her that. I mean she's...she don't..."

"Yeah. Wait. Are we?" Roman mutters, suddenly unable to meet Seth's eye.

"Been fucked by you. Kind of really want to fuck her. She'd probably slap you while I did it." Seth states bluntly and Roman cringes into his red cheeks.

"Well ain't gonna get that talking like that" Roman huffs. "She doesn't know we...you know."

"Bullshit. She isn't blind Roman. Now...let's go get our woman yeah?"

"She's gonna deck you for that."

"You going to tell her?"

"Tell her what?" Shit. Dean appears with a smile a golden envelope that she smacks off Roman's forehead without a thought. "I'm waiting?"

"You...looked damn good out there. Beautiful." Seth eventually stutters and it takes him perhaps five seconds to realise that was a mistake.

Dean shuts down.

"Yeah. Sure. Dress, tits and ass. All I'm needed for andmgp-" Roman's hand is against Dean's mouth and for a second Dean is still before she seems to vibrate with rage against everything around her.

"Stop. You ain't that to us. You looked beautiful tonight. Just like you do every night. Every night. Right Seth?"

Seth is nodding and Dean is glaring and Roman...well he's something.

"Shield is still us. We're still a group. " Seth states.

"Yeah, but now you're thinking of shoving your -"

"We didn't need to see that to want that." Roman states firmly and that is when Dean stumbles over the pumps she's worn. Seth catches her and she throws out a slap before getting to her locker and shoving in the pin.

Fuck, Dean had known Seth and Roman but we, we, we, we, we.

"I need to think."

And she's pulling things out her locker and there is a big hoodie over her shoulders and Seth and Roman and cringing and of course. She storms out without a second glance to them but she's cursing everything else. She should never have worn the dress. Never have listened to them saying to ease up. Never taken the tape off. Never grown her hair.

But they had done so much. Been so much.

She'll be fine.