Dean Ambrose One Shots & Drabbles

That's my ex. Makeout with him and make me jealous.

You fell to your knees in the center of the ring holding the Raw Women's Championship to your chest. This was what dreams were made of. You had just won the Women's Championship in your hometown with your friends and family watching in the crowd.

The cameras cut to commercial and you slid out of the ring and made your way back up the ramp, high fiving some fans along the way.

You hadn't even made it fully through the curtain when you felt a pair of arms swoop you up into a giant bear hug.

"You did it, darlin'!" Dean's rough voice said as he spun you around. He set you back down on your feet and smiled down at you.

"This is cause for celebration!" You heard Seth say from behind you.

"Hell yeah it is. First round's on me!" Dean said as he put his hand on your shoulder.

A couple hours later you were showered and changed into a pair of high waist jeans with a tight fitting black crop top that had a lace up neckline that showed just a little bit too much skin for your liking.

You were having a good time celebrating your big win with some of the roster in the bar you used to frequent before you signed with NXT and moved to Florida three years ago. You floated from group to group making small talk with everyone as you slowly slipped on your cocktail. After all, you didn't want to get drunk tonight...just pleasantly buzzed.

All that changed when you saw the door open and you saw your ex-boyfriend walk in. After that, all bets were off and your mission was to become blissfully numb by the end of the night.

You brought your glass to your lips and tipped the remaining liquid back before making a bee line for the bar.

"Jack and Coke." You said as you looked at the bartender. He gave you a questioning look but fulfilled your request.

Forty-five minutes later and four Jack and Cokes later and you were starting to forget why you even started drinking them in the first place. You turned to head back towards the bar for another when you stumbled on the heels you were wearing.

"Easy there!" You heard Dean's rough voice say as he reached out to keep you from falling down. "I think you need to slow down there, darlin'." He said as he took your almost empty glass from your hand and set it on a table nearby.

"Do not! I'm having fun...and you never bought me that first round you promised!" You said.

"I think you've had enough. How many have you had?"

"I just had a couple drinks."

"I'll buy you a drink once you drink some water." He said.

"Dean!" You groaned.

"C'mon, let's get you some water. Maybe some food too. God knows you could use a little meat on your bones."

"No! I need to be skinny so I can be pretty!" You whined.

"You're already pretty," Dean said quietly.

You felt the blush creep to your cheeks and you giggled. Dean just called you pretty.

"You think I'm pretty?" You asked as you batted your eyelashes.

"Oh no! Don't be turnin' this around on me like that!" He said.

"But you said-" You said as you wrapped your arms around his bicep.

"Forget what I said." He said.

"But you think I'm pretty, right?"

Dean sighed and rolled his eyes not sure how to answer that.

"Yes, you're pretty. Now let's go get water." He said as he turned to walk towards the bar.

"Wait!" You said as you reached out for him.

"What?" He asked as you grabbed his arm, not allowing him to go any further.

You took a step closer to him and pointed to your ex who was standing at the back of the room talking to a couple other guys.

"You see that guy over there?"

"Yeah, what about him?" Dean asked.

You giggled and stood up on your tip toes to wrap your arms around Dean's neck. You then pulled him down so you could whisper in his ear. "That's my ex. Makeout with me and make him jealous."

"Darlin'...you're drunk."

"I'm not drunk!" You said as you pouted your bottom lip out and looked up at him. "Please?"

"You're gonna regret this-"

"No I won't! I like you! I've just...I've just never told you. But I like you Dean. Please just kiss me!"

"You like me?" Dean asked.

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and nodded.

"Well then who am I to turn you away?" He said as his lips curved into a smirk.

One of his hands slid down to rest on your hip as his other hand moved to the back of your neck, gently holding you in place. He pressed his lips against yours roughly. They were rough but warm and had a faint taste of whiskey to them.

Dean groaned into your mouth and pulled you closer to him, his tongue running along your bottom lip before slipping into your mouth. He finally pulled away to get a breath in as he leaned his forehead against yours.

"Damn he didn't deserve an angel like you."

You giggled before reaching up and pressing your lips to his again.