Wrestlers x Reader;VOL 2[𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃]

Christmas prompt: ice skating with Dean Ambrose

Requested By Anon

Hey there! Can I request two Christmas prompts? If so, can you do decorating the tree with Seth and going ice skating with Dean?

Pairings: Dean Ambrose x Reader

Summary: you and Dean go ice skating.

WARNINGS: fluff, a minor fall, Dean being cheeky.

Word Count: 874

A/N: Y/N/N= YOUR NICK NAME

You hesitantly took a step onto the ice then went straight to the side, holding onto the railing for dear life. You let out a whimper, as you tried to keep yourself up, your legs shaking. Images of the last time you went ice skating flashing back in your head. Why did you even agree to go on this date you hated ice skating.

Dean noticed you weren't by his side, he quickly turned around to see clinging to the rail, he let out a light chuckle before making his way to you. Stopping in front of you.

"You alright there y/n/n?" Dean asked as he leaned against the railing, smirking at you.

"Peachy." You lied, giving him a fake smile. Don't let him see how scared you are. You thought to yourself.

"Sure look peachy, please tell me you haven't done this before? Are you an ice skating virgin?" Dean rambled.

"Pft no, I just, last time I skated on ice I broke my ankle." You confessed, looking away from him to save yourself from getting more embarrassed.

Dean let out a loud laugh, earning the attention of some by passers.

"Stop laughing." You grumbled, still holding onto the railing for dear life, your knuckles turning white. You glared at Dean as he continued to laugh, nearly falling over himself. Dean composed himself before he started to speak again.

"I'm sorry but I can't help imaging you falling over, I should call you Bambi now instead of kitten and princess." Dean chuckled.

"Don't call me Bambi." You grumbled, glaring at Dean as he let out a chuckle. If you could you would have slapped his face, but you didn't want to let go of the railing.

Dean laughed again, making your glare intensify. If looks could kill then Dean would be dead.

"Whatever you say Bambi." Dean chuckled.

"Shut up." you grumbled, letting one of your hands unwrap from the railing so you could shove him.

"Careful there y/n, wouldn't want you to trip and break your ankle again." Dean snickered, laughing again.

"Shut up, as long as I stay here on the railing nothing bad will happen." You grumbled.

"So, you're just going to stay on the side while I skate?" Dean asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Yep." You replied.

"What if I help you skate? You can hold my hand the whole way through. It's better than sitting on the sidelines." Dean proposed you thought about it before nodding your head.

"Fine, but you better not let go of my hand." You grumbled, letting go of the railing and grabbing his hand that he held out for you tightly.

"Gives me an excuse to hold your hand, ow." Dean spoke, as he started to move away from the railing. You gripped his hand tighter.

Dean smiled as he watched you wobble on your legs, trying to balance yourself. You defiantly did look like Bambi to him.

Eventually, you got the hang of it, which made Dean fasten his speed a bit just a tiny bit, he hoped you didn't notice, but you did, your other arm quickly clutched Dean's arm tightly.

"Slower Dean." You squeaked out. But he didn't listen.

"But you always like it faster." He smirked, turning his head to look at you, you glared at him for a second then gasped.

The both of you colliding with another couple.

You let out a whimper as you pain in your ankle. Great I broke it again. You thought to yourself.

The couple got up letting out grumbles as they skated off.

Dean came over to you, pulling your jeans up to inspect your ankle that you were holding.

"See no broken bones, just bruises." Dean cooed, as he saw bruises on your ankle, he helped you up pulling you close to his side.

"Still hurts." You mumbled, wincing slightly, as you cuddle into his side.

"I suppose it will." He chuckled.

"This is why I hate ice skating." You whined, as Dean slowly skated, making you skate forward with him, you winced a bit more. You wrapped your arms around his waist, clinging to him for dear life.

"But skating is fun." Dean chuckled.

"No, it's dangerous." You grumbled, making Dean laugh.

"You wrestle for a living and you think ice skating is dangerous, you'd get a more serious injury from wrestling then ice skating." Dean spoke, as he continued to skate slowly with you.

"Least I've never gotten hurt from wrestling maybe a few sprains and concussions but I never actually broke a bone doing wrestling." You muttered, making Dean smile. Before he could even respond you cut him off.

"I want to go home, let's go home and cuddle and watch movies." You whined, making Dean chuckle.

"Okay, I don't mind cuddling and watching movies with you and maybe even some kissing and sex." Dean spoke, biting his lower lip as his mind wandered off into dirty thoughts of you and all the dirty things he was going to do to your body and you.

"No just cuddling and watching movies, my ankle hurts." You spoke, bringing him out of his daydream.

"We will see, I have a way of persuading you." Dean smirked....