Dean Ambrose + Character Traits - Part 1 (Part 2)

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Dean Ambrose/Reader; 2355 words, fluff

As requested by a lovely anon!

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Dean’s your best friend. Nothing more, you always tell yourself, nothing but friends. There have been times, over the years you’ve known each other, that you think there’s something there, that there has been right from the start, but nothing’s ever happened between you. Not ever, and you could put that down to bad timing, because you never seem to be single at the same time, or maybe just your mutual emotional ineptitude, because, frankly, you both really suck at talking about your feelings, but it doesn’t matter. If you were meant to be together, you’d be together, and he means enough to you that you don’t want to lose his friendship, so you let things lie.

And you do love spending time with him, the rapport between you honed down over all this time into something so relaxed and easy that you honestly don’t know how you’d survive without it. Today you’ve prodded him into trying out a new climbing gym that’s just opened that a few of your other friends have been raving about, and Dean’s picking you up, but you’re running late, as always. You buzz him into your building, unlocking the door of your apartment so he can let himself in as you rush around, throwing stuff into your gym bag.

“Hey,” Dean greets you as he walks in. “You ready?”

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