TXT : how does that sound, partner?

" if prince even survives finlay and my boys, " a remark only half jest, and underpinnings of seriousness that can't be ignored.

He never expected her to take a jab at Finn. Wasn’t he the guy who trained her? The man who played a part in molding her into the wrestler she was today? It was amusing. However he wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of seeing him laugh or even crack a grin so he remained cold face. “Wow. Aren’t you supposed to be loyal? That is part of your charm, right?” He smirked, as he pointed a digit in her direction.  “Finlay and his crew better keep an eye on you. You’re always looking to move on to the next best thing. Prince. Kenny. Now this fool Finlay? Who’s next, huh?” He glanced down on her, eyes narrowing. “Who are you trying to sink your claws into next?”

         Private, exclusive, multi-verse indie horror oc. Howled to life by Rose.

❝ After Nattie beats your ass for a second time, I hope she saves me a piece so I could kick you into irrelevance where you belong. Maybe if you had a better attitude then Nattie would take you under her wing you'd be learning from the best but no, Karmen, Layla and I took your place. ❞

Jaida did a small up and down motion with her eyes. “Girl, you’re really proud of the fact that you're second choice?” She laughed. An unamused chuckle. “Go find you someone else to play with because I’m not the one or the two.”

Normally Willow wasn’t so quick to share details about her relationships. Rather it be past or present. But there was just something about Kyleigh that put her at ease, which would explain why they seemed to click from the moment they met. “It’s okay, I’ve been long over it. Plus having Gabe helps.” She giggled. “But thanks for saying that.” She reached into her bag of chips, tossing a few into her mouth as Kyleigh had a handful. Hearing that the other woman had never been to Japan before made Willow want to bring her along with her. Well, if she could take some time off from work. “So, not sure how interested you would be in this, but I have a spare ticket for my trip. I was supposed to take my sister, but she bailed on me for some concert she was going to with her friends. Lame, right? My point is you can come with me if you want.” She thought about when the trip was happening, most importantly if Kyleigh would have enough time to snag a passport before it happened. “It shouldn’t take you that long to grab a passport, it’s a really easy process.”

TXT : yeah, the difference is that for me, it's actually true.

contact: UNKNOWN. (msg - delivered): dealing with me for something she started? yeah. that makes perfect sense. (msg - delivered): so because I trained her...fucked her. love her. I have to put up with nonsense rants? yeah. it doesn't work that way. (msg - delivered): and if you really believe that you're just as delusional as she is. (msg - delivered): another difference being he doesn't need a crew behind him to act tough.

He simply nodded his head when she mentioned going straight to the hotel. It was typically what he did as well, unless he was in the mood for a late night workout when the gym was nearly empty. That was when he got some of his best work in. “Actually that would be perfect. I was just going to order an Uber or Lyft.” He replied with a laugh. He figured their car ride could give them a better chance to get acquainted. If he was being honest there was part of him that still couldn’t get over how easy it was to relax around her. He went into this thinking he would have to force conversation, or find a way to get out of it, but so far he was wondering why the hell he waited so long to let the company get help for him. “I get it though. I typically like to head straight back toward the hotel as well. I’m not as young as I used to be.” He joked, returning his focus to a monitor once they approached one. He could sense it was nearly time for him to head out so he excused himself to head over to the curtain. “We can head out after this,” he suggested before flashing her a smile, turning and heading for the ring. 

She felt every thrust, every inch, and she was in absolute bliss. A hand ran down his strong chest, down to his abs and torso, giving it a gentle squeeze. Her eyes remained on Tyson's until he leaned down to kiss her. ❝ Mmmhmmm... oh my god baby... ❞ she moaned into his mouth as the two Canadians kissed deeply.

The way her inner walls clenched around his length was enough to make him nearly cum right then and there. But somehow he managed to hold off as he continued to thrust deeply inside her. He moaned softly into their kiss, letting his wet muscle slip into her mouth to tangle against her own. “Shit. Nat.” he pulled back as a wave of pleasure hit, his hand gripping the sheet below as he increased the speed on his thrust to a slightly faster pace.

TXT : so annoying, but yes yes i hope so too. and we're definitely going to celebrate when you get here! does gabe know you're coming?

contact: BECKY. (msg - delivered): the numbers are against us that isn't fair. but as long as we come second I can live with that haha. (msg - delivered): that's wild, and honestly not even surprising. (msg - delivered): shhh. it's supposed to be a surprise. so don't let gabe know. (msg - delivered): so I was going to FaceTime him after I got settled and be like SURPRISE!! Hopefully you two are together when it happens so you can record his reaction for me

[ SMS / CONTACT: roman / SENT ]: i wasn’t expecting you to apologize. and it's not necessary. [ SMS / CONTACT: roman / SENT ]: honestly, i wasn’t even sure you’d want to talk to me again. [ SMS / CONTACT: roman / SENT ]: i know you’re hurt. and i know i gave you every reason to be. i’m not going to sit here and pretend that what happened didn’t affect you, because i know it did. [ SMS / CONTACT: roman / SENT ]: and i know saying sorry doesn’t fix it. [ SMS / CONTACT: roman / SENT ]: but i appreciate that you’re willing to have this conversation. really. [ SMS / CONTACT: roman / SENT ]: i agree. i don’t want to do this through messages either. there’s too much that needs to be said, and i don’t want either of us to hide behind a screen anymore. [ SMS / CONTACT: roman / SENT ]: noon works for me. i'll see you tomorrow, roman.

contact: NIKKI. (msg - delivered): after the way I handled the situation, I wouldn't be able to face you again if I hadn't apologized. (msg - delivered): you're right sorry doesn't fix things. I won't lie there is a big part of me that's still hurt as hell. (msg - delivered): if anything I'm more hurt that you felt you couldn't come to me and talk about everything. or at least have given me the chance to prove to you how I felt. (msg - delivered): fuck...I'm doing exactly what I didn't want too and that's diving into all this shit over text. (msg - delivered): see you then, nikki.

Life was full of obstacles and setbacks so Simone couldn't really hold him at fault for being late on their first date. The most important thing was that he made it to the destination safely. ❝ Thank you. So do you. ❞ She smiled for the first time since she arrived at the restaurant. ❝ Um, shall we? ❞

“Apperciate that.” He replied with a smile of his own as he followed her over toward the entrance of the restaurant. Even from the lobby you could tell the vibe of the place was very chill, mellow. The perfect atmosphere for a first date. “How many?” They were asked once they approached the hostess stand. “2,” he replied as he watched her reach for the sets of silverware and two menus before leading the way over to an empty booth. 

[ SMS / CONTACT: rollins / SENT ]: yeah… i’m willing. [ SMS / CONTACT: rollins / SENT ]: i’ve spent so much time being afraid of what this could become that i forgot to think about what it could be. and i don’t want to keep holding back when i know how i feel. [ SMS / CONTACT: rollins / SENT ]: i want to see you. i want to talk. and i want to see where this goes.

contact: paige. (msg - delivered): those words are like music to my ears. (msg - delivered): name the time and place and I will be there.

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