Dean Ambrose x Reader
A/N: Hope I didn’t write Dean too much ooc. It’s my first time writing a loger fic with him. And if someone called Tatiana reads this… I’m sorry
Also this is my longest Oneshot so far… and a pretty cheesy one too… so not sorry^^
Y/N ruffled through her hair, she couldn’t deny that she had been sleeping already. The onlyt hing she wanted to know now was: Who the hell was ringing at 2am in the morning at her door? That someone better had a good explanation for their intruding at such an early hour. Y/N didn’t even bother to look if she looked decent, this irritant pain in the neck should realise that they had woken her from her heavenly slumber. She didn’t know who to expect when she opened the door.
“Dean? What are you doing here? It’s almost 2 in the morning!” Y/N rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, her craving for revenge slowly fading when she looked into his baby blue eyes. Infront of her stood Dean, leaning from one foot to another. His dirty blonde hair in a mess as always, wearing his signature leather jacket, nervously chewing on the inside of his cheek. He took a deep breath as if he wanted to say something, but only to exhaled again and rub the back of his neck.