Wrestlers x Reader;VOL 2[𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃]

Dean Ambrose Imagine [1]

Dean helping you train at the performance centre.

I would like to request a fluff imagines where the reader is trying to train but is getting hard on herself. And boyfriend Dean comes and saves the day.

Pairings: Dean Ambrose x Reader

Summary: you came back from a recent injury, you push yourself way too hard and take no breaks, dean sees this and decides to help you out.

WARNINGS: Fluff, exercise.

Word Count: 602

A/N: e/c= eye colour

You punched the focus pad hard, making your trainer smile slightly.

"Okay, good, did your shoulder hurt when you punched the focus pad?" she asked, for about the tenth time.

"It's fine." You replied, making her nod her head.

"We will do one last set then we can start on the next exercise once we had a break." she spoke.

"Or we can just skip the water break and continue on." You spoke, making your trainer frown, you honestly didn't know why she kept taking breaks or water breaks, asking if you were okay, or if your shoulder hurt. You felt fine, you didn't need what you needed was to train, to get the hang of it again, to make your shoulder a little bit stronger.

"Rest after this, then onto the next exercise." She spoke sternly, making you let out a grumble.

"Fine." You huffed, punching the focus pad again with a little too much force, you cringed as pain shot through your shoulder. She quickly dropped the focus pads down taking them off.

"Okay, I think that's enough for today, I'll see you tomorrow, where we can continue the exercise." She spoke.

"I'm fine though, just hit too hard that's all." You protested.

"Y/n, you've done enough today, stop over pushing yourself, you will hurt your shoulder even more if you do." she responded, walking away from you so you couldn't argue with her.

"Can you believe her?" you grumbled, as you walked over to Dean who was in the ring watching the whole scene. Dean rolled out of the ring, standing beside you as you looked at your trainer in disbelief as she exited the center. Dean leaned on the outside of the ring, looking at you with his eyebrows raised up, while he crossed his arms over his chest.

"She's just trying to help you babe." He spoke, making you turn your head to face him, frowning at him.

"If she wants to help me, then she can stop treating me like I'm glass and that I'm going to break if she pushes me too hard. At this rate I'll never get back to my old pace, I think I need a new trainer." You ranted, making Dean shake his head at you.

"Y/n, pushing yourself isn't going to improve your shoulder, slow process is still process." Dean spoke.

"I feel like I'm letting everyone down if I don't go back to my old self." You sighed, Dean frowned at you, unwrapped his arms and standing up straight and moving in front of you cupping the side of your face and looking into your e/c eyes.

"Kitten, your fans will understand, Steph, Hunter, Shane, and Vince will understand, and if they don't then screw them, your health is way more important than how you used to wrestle." He spoke, as you pouted at him.

Dean let out a sigh as his attempt at reassuring you failed.

"If it worries you that much, I can help you train." He suggested, making your frown turn into a smile.

"Really?" you asked, beaming at him.

"Yeah, you were doing well on that focus pad with the boxing gloves, maybe we should do them first." Dean replied.

"No, I want to get in the ring and do a few moves, I'm ready for it." you spoke, making Dean nod his head.

"Okay..." Dean spoke, as you got out of his grasp and hopped into the ring, jumping up and down excitedly.

"Come on." you cheered, leaning against the ropes.

"I'm going to regret this." Dean huffed, as he rolled into the ring....

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