Dean & Kaitlyn: Prompts & Stuff

Hate To Love You.

Imagine Person A realizing that they're in love with Person B-and is unhappy about it.

It's kinda short, but hey..it's Kaitbrose.

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She hated it, she hated him.

The way he wondered around backstage with this confidence, how he'd sometimes add some dance into his step what made her grunt and roll her eyes in annoyance.

How he'd get this smirk on his face when talking trash to his opponents, or saying how him and his 'posse' were the best in the industry. However, she didn't deny it but it annoyed her how he'd boast about it, whilst his two friends would smile and agree whilst adding some trash talking of their own.

The smirk was deadly, annoying and quite a turn of for her.

Kaitlyn didn't know if she wanted to slap the look off of his face or jump him and unleash the animalistic lust she bottled up.

When she actually got to unleash that so called animalistic lust on the egotistic asshole - her nickname for him, which he gladly honed - he would end up with some form of war wounds.

That is if bite and scratch marks could be considered that.

She also couldn't believe the audacity he had to wear a suit at the Slammy Awards, not just any suit and all black one at that.

'I know, I know..I look great.'

Who does he think he is?! Coming out to present the award looking like that, and with that attitude..

100% egotistical asshole.

The way he would come down to her level, kneeling slightly with his hands clasped together asif he was trying to intimidate her, then laugh in her face as she came back with a witty reply.

How his dimples would show at the worst times, let's just say it's really difficult to be angry at a guy who is smiling cutely at you with his dimples on show. She often fell victim to the 'cute Dean Ambrose face, dimples on show' look, which has gotten him out of trouble with her on several occasions.

Kaitlyn would then be fuming mentally as once again she had fell for it.

All these little things Kaitlyn noticed about Dean aggravated her just that little bit more each day, but the more she was with him the more she started to love those things about him; he wouldn't be Dean if he didn't do them.

And she wouldn't have him any other way.