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gif imagine; Dean Ambrose [xmas edition]

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Having a Christmas lunch at your sister Maryse's place with your boyfriend Dean. Only problem is Dean and Maryse don't get along.

WARNINGS: fluff, angst, Dean whining, Maryse and dean being assholes to each other, prob trash.

Word Count: 837

A/N: y/n/n = your nick name.... I should make a headcanon about you being Maryse sister and dating Dean Ambrose, yeah or nah???

Dean let out a groan, as he fell face first onto the mattress.

"Do we have to go?" He whined. Turning his head to face you. You let out a huff of annoyance, looking at him through the mirror, as you held the curling iron in your hand.

"Yes, we made it this far to Texas, there's no point in coming here and staying in a hotel and doing nothing on Christmas day." You grumbled as you continued to curl your hair with the curling iron.

Dean let out another groan, before getting up from the bed, a smirk forming on his lips, as he made his way over to you.

"We could stay in bed, and have amazing sex, instead of going to your sister's house and having lunch." Dean suggested, leaning down towards you and wrapping his arms around your shoulder, pressing his against your neck repeatedly and looking at you.

"Dean, we are going." You sternly spoke, glaring at him through the mirror, as his he looked at you. Frowning when his seducing attempts didn't get you to change your mind.

"But she is such a bitch to me." he whined, his arms still wrapped around your shoulder.

"Dean she is not a bitch to you, she's just protective of me. Trust me it will die down once she gets used to you." You sighed, as you continued to curl your hair.

"More like controlling and psychotic, not to mention your other sister and your mom are on Team Maryse, all of them are conspiring against me, they are trying to break us up." Dean ranted, making you roll your eyes.

"Dean, you're being a little dramatic, that was one time, and you are going end of conversation." You huffed.

"One time, it was more than one time, they despise me and don't get me started on Mike, his even worse than them." He exclaimed, getting up and pacing up and down.

"Dean, just get dressed." You command.

"I'm not going, and you aren't t either, they keep drilling into your head that we are bad for each other, I'm not going to hang out and have lunch with people on Christmas who judge me and our relationship, it's not happening." Dean ranted, making you put down the curling iron to face him.

"Dean-" you started to say, only for Dean to interrupt you.

"I'm not going." He stated as you got up from the seat, rolling your eyes at his ridiculous behavior.

You quickly walked towards him, cupping the side of his face so he could look at you, dean stopped his ramblings to look at you, licking his lips as he stared at you.

"I'll make it worth your while. When we come back I'll please you in ways you've always dreamed about."

Dean pretended to be in thought for a while, but what he was really thinking about was you pleasing him.

"Fine, but this sex better be worth it the misery that I have to go through." Dean smirked, leaning closer to you, his hands resting on your hips.

"You're such a drama queen." You huffed, giving him a quick kiss, then pulling away, giving him a cheeky smile.

"Can't we have a pre-show, before we go?" He suggested, biting his lower lip, as his eyes darken with lust.

"Nope." You laughed, spinning on your heel.

"Tease." Dean grumbled.

"Get dressed Dean." You commanded, going back to curling your hair.

Dean let out a groan, before going to his suitcase, cursing as he got changed...

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You held Dean's hand tight, as you and Dean walked towards Maryse and Miz's front door.

"Play nice." You warned him, as you knocked on the door, giving him a stern expression. Dean mocked your stern expression, rolling his eyes after woods.

"Y/n/n." Maryse cheered, her face brightening as she saw you. She quickly wrapped her arms around you. Hugging you tightly.

"Hey M, Merry Christmas." You giggled. Smiling at her.

"Merry Christmas sis." she beamed, finally pulling away from you, she wiped happy tears from her eyes, while you did the same.

"I missed you so much." She cried.

"I missed you too." You responded. Dean rolled his eyes at yours and Maryse's interaction, you's two facetime each other nearly every day.

She quickly hugged you again, making Dean roll his eyes.

She pulled away again, holding your hands tightly. The both of you smiling happily at each other.

"Come in, Monroe is so excited to see her auntie." She spoke, moving to the side so you could come in.

"Oh, hi Dean." She grumbled once you made your way inside the house.

Dean gave Maryse an annoyed look while she gave him a dirty look.

"Come in." she grumbled, holding the door open for him while giving him the most fakest smile he has ever seen.

"This is going to be fun." Dean thought to himself, as he walked through the threshold.

"Bitch." Dean muttered. While Maryse insulted him in French.