i’m proud of you (summer/dean)
So, I just had to write something after Summer tweeted this--->Summer’s Tweet. I wrote this really quick so if there are any mistakes, sorry about that. I’ll try to fix those later, but I hope you guys enjoy!!
Summer sat in the back watching the match intently. She so desperately wanted Dean to win this match. She’d noticed lately how he hadn’t been himself and she knew it was because he hadn’t been getting any of the opportunities that he wanted. So when he had won the chance to face Kevin Owens for the Intercontinental Championship, she could see the drive and determination return. Summer could feel Paige staring at her more than she was at the monitor. Paige had agreed to watch the match with her even though they both knew her match was after Dean and Kevin’s.
“Oh, come on!” she cried as Kevin managed to touch the bottom rope with his fingertips, “That is such bullshit! He had it won and that stupid ref should have counted to three.”
“Would you prefer that the ref realize that Owens had been touching the bottom rope and reverse his decision?” Paige asked Summer and earned a slight pout.
“No,” she grumbled as she returned her attention to the screen. Summer felt her heart stop when she watched Kevin toss Dean into the ropes, effectively setting Dean up for the Pop-up powerbomb. She held her breath as Kevin launched Dean in the air and grabbed Paige’s hand as Dean reversed Kevin’s finisher into a pin.
1....2....3
“Yes!” Summer screamed as she jumped up from her seat, “He did it!” She turned and pulled Paige into a big hug as the other woman couldn’t help, but chuckle at her friends excitement over Dean’s win. Paige released Summer and nudged her towards the door.
“Well, you better go meet him,” Paige urged her, “Well, go.” With one more quick hug, Summer raced out of the room and headed towards gorilla. When she arrived she saw a very disappointed and pissed off Kevin Owens walking her way.
“Let your boyfriend know that I’m getting my title back, so he better enjoy his little victory now because it won’t last long,” he told Summer before walking away from her. Summer rolled her eyes at his words before returning her attention to where Dean would be coming from. While she was waiting she checked her phone to see all the excitement she felt being shared on Twitter. She felt her fingers flying across her phone before she could change her mind.
@RealSummerWWE: Your NEWWWW!!!!!!! Congrats Ambrose!! #ICTitle #WWETLC
It was a simple tweet showing her excitement for the new champ. She smirked as she read the replies to her tweet. Everyone was so happy, and proud of him, and it just made Summer even happier.
“Don’t tell me your phone is more important than me,” Summer looked up from her phone to see her sweaty and happy boyfriend before her with the title over his right shoulder. Summer didn’t say anything; instead she wrapped her arms around his neck and placed her lips on his. Dean smirked against her lips as he returned her kiss. Summer pulled away before she got carried away, there would be time for that later when they got back to their hotel room, and looked at him. She could see the joy and excitement in his eyes, along with the love he had for her.
“I’m so proud of you,” she murmured. Dean wrapped his arms around Summer’s waist and pulled her closer to him. She leaned her forehead against his as she played with the hair at the nape of his neck.
“You know, I’m not the only one that’s proud of you,” Summer mused, “Twitter is blowing up with how excited people are about you being champion.”
“Well, you can tell me all about that tomorrow,” Dean said as he placed his lips against hers before trailing them down her neck, “Right now, I want to celebrate and there’s only one person I want to celebrate with.” Summer sighed at the feeling of Dean’s lips on her neck.
“Well, then I guess I’ll have to go get Roman then, huh?” she teased him which made Dean chuckle.
“I’ll celebrate with him some other time,” he told her as he removed his lips from her inviting skin and looked at her, “Tonight I want to celebrate with you.” Summer nodded as her eyes left his and traveled over to the title on his shoulder.
“Can I?” she asked and without a word, Dean took the championship off his shoulder and placed it in Summer’s hands. Summer looked down at the Intercontinental Championship and still couldn’t believe that he’d won.
“I’m so fucking proud of you,” she stressed as she trailed her fingers on the title.
“Yeah, you already told me that,” he reminded her.
“I know. I just can’t help telling you because I am,” she looked at him as she walked behind Dean and placed the title around his waist. Once it was secure she hugged him from behind and the pair just stood there.
“I’m so proud of you,” she murmured again as Dean chuckled. He turned in her arms and cupped her face.
“I love you,” he proclaimed which made Summer smile.
“I love you, too,” she replied before kissing him once more. She pulled back from the kiss and smiled at him.
“Come on, champ,” she said as she offered him her hand, “Let’s go celebrate your big victory.”
“I like the sound of that,” Dean responded as he accepted her hand and the pair headed to his locker room so that he could get his stuff.
