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it was over. it had been over for so long, but still, candice’s heart felt . . . something for johnny. even as she stood in front of punk following the show, the blonde was at a loss for words. ❛ . . . is it normal to still feel --------- sad for him ?? ❜ because despite everything, she still donned a johnny wrestling shirt, had still been rooting for him. always despite her better judgement.
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she shouldn’t have run when the walkers came towards her --- daryl taught her to defend herself, she should’ve stayed put like he told her. but when it came to FLIGHT VS FIGHT, flight always won. she shouldn’t have dropped her bag --- so many mistakes had been made, on her part, and how she was lost, by herself. only a knife to defend herself as boots crunched against dead leaves and twigs.
blue eyes landed on a head full of shaggy hair and almost immediately, her heart skipped a beat --- had she found him ?! ❛ dar--- ❜ pausing as soon as it left her mouth, eyes finally registering the man --- too many tattoos. it wasn’t daryl, not even close. stepping back now and scrambling for her knife, the young blonde quickly had it pointed at the man in front of her. ❛ ... don’t come any closer. ❜
They barely ever mentioned their age difference -- mostly because it did not matter, secondly because it sometimes triggered the fact that he was t e c h n i c a l l y still her mentor; & they’ve had to go through some serious shit with the company to be where they were right now. ( happily together, in their little apartment, with larry and lexie. ) However, even though HE didn’t give two fucks about his birthday, Sara certainly did. She’d always been the kind of girl who had huge parties to celebrate her own birthday, and made sure to attend everyone else’s as well. For her, a celebration just went hand in hand with that certain day -------- & no matter what Phil had told her, she wouldn’t be the girlfriend who i g n o r e d a birthday.
October 25th, they’ve went to bed around 11pm, after spending the evening huddled together watching Night of the living Dead; and without speaking a word about the upcoming day. Four hours later though, the brunette was lightly dancing through the kitchen; barefoot, her gown softly swirling around her legs. She’d spent the last hour wrapping his present and preparing a cake -- now, while she was waiting for said cake to finish baking in the oven ( of course she made sure to figure out his favorite kind first ), Sara listened to the quiet tunes coming from the radio, which was currently in the middle of a 60s night, trying not to fall asleep before she was d o n e. In the end, she did it for him. And hell, Phil was worth far more than a sleepless night.
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saramendoza: when you’d do everything just to see him smile, you know it’s real.
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@valiantbeings #secondcitybatman / continued from x.
❛ uh ------ yesterday and yes, it’s five feet long and glows in the dark ... that’s possible right ?? ❜
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❝ you make me do another set of drills like that, I'm NOT responsible if I puke, ❞ she joked, lying flat on her back in the middle of the ring. the rest of the roster had gone home an hour or so ago and ruby had convinced punk to stay a bit and help her out. of course, his ‘ HELP ’ had turned out to be excruciating and as she struggled to find her breath passed her ACHING abdomen, she was slightly regretting asking him. ❝ you push all your pupils to their d e a t h or am I just lucky...? ❞
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( sms ⟶ omi !! ⟶ delivered ) — ‘ talk me down from punching vince right between his beady little eyes. ’ ( sms ⟶ omi !! ⟶ delivered ) — ‘ hunter comes down to the pc and says all the trainers are doing great. he thanks me for the hard work i’m putting in and we talk about some of my ideas. then his idiot of a fucking father-in-law waltzes in. ’ ( sms ⟶ omi !! ⟶ delivered ) — ‘ tells me to up my game or i can hit the road. are you fucking kidding me? tell me this is a bad idea to hit an old man. ’
( mssg ------ pepsi punk ): if you want to keep your job then hitting him is a really bad idea. ( mssg ------ pepsi punk ): but it’s really something else that he came to say that to you... is he even in the pc often? or like, at all? ( mssg ------ pepsi punk ): is it bad that i think you should take hunter’s advice more seriously than vince’s?
she wasn't seeking him out. seeking him out meant that she CARED and the last thing maryse mizanin would admit about phil brooks was that she cared in even the S L I G H T E S T. but her body betrayed her brain. while her mind willed her not to admit it, her eyes glanced around each room, sought him out around each bend in the hall. it felt his absence more than she wanted to admit because whether she'd say it or not, he'd become a fixture.
it wasn't anything out of fondness or disdain; punk had simply become a constant. each time she found herself up to her eyeballs in mike's complaining about this company and his ' lost opportunities ', she found him -- as if she gave off some high pitched signal only he could hear, like a dog.
a mangy mutt that she wouldn't call for even if it brought some comfort to have him near.
and like most dogs, he found his way back home -- though when she started considering herself punk's HOME she didn't know. but there he was, his gaze meeting hers as she rounded some tucked off corner as though he was EXPECTING her.
❝ if you utter the words, kurt angle or pre-show to me i may ‘ave to kill you -- or i’ll just kill you anyway, ❞ she stated as she slowly bridged the distance between them. all she had heard tonight had been her husband's ranting and raving about the horror of his match being on the pre-show and not even for his title. when she came to rest, her back was against the wall punk leaned on, her shoulder just barely brushing his. ❝ je ne peux pas le supporter -- my ‘ead aches. ❞
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