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champiions​:

never before has he taken someone into his academy upon the request of a friend. it didn’t seem fair and he didn’t want to create a false narrative about his wrestling academy where they would play favorites. but he made an exception for anna. she was young and she didn’t have a lot of training to her name. not to mention, brodie insisted that colby would take good care of someone who’s been through a career threatening injury when he’s had to train through an injury as well. he took special interest in her from the moment she stepped into one of his wrestling rings. not just because he found her to be rather attractive. she reminded colby a lot of himself when he was her age. young, motivated, a little stupid. he always insisted that she stay after. why? well, he didn’t speak of those reasons often. it was better left unsaid.

he chuckled when she shoved his shoulder. his arms were still crossed, long black locks tied back into a bun, and his attire was typing for training. loose black shorts and a grey shirt that represented his wrestling academy. “why’s there always got to be a reason, huh?” his footing readjusted and he stood back where he was before the shove. “if you don’t think you did anything wrong then you’ve got nothing to worry about. i thought we could have a chance to work together, one-on-one, without any interruptions again. you didn’t seem to mind it the last time.” the former world champion said as he walked over to the side of the ring where he had his phone. the volume of the music was turned down until it could faintly be heard through some of the speakers in the main room of the academy. “plus, you could’ve said no. i can’t force you to stay after if you have things to do.”

𝑯𝑰𝑺  𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑹𝑬  𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀  𝑮𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑺.    logic dictates that it’s because they’re too much alike  -  that anna can’t stand to herself embodied so closely in front of her.    and maybe that’s true,    maybe colby has the life she envisions for herself in a few years,    but it doesn’t change the fact that it feels a little too on the nose.    a little too abrasive when each action is met and mirrored with a fervor she’d not interested in.      “    if you can’t name an actual,    honest to god reason,   i’m going to be forced to assume you just want to spend time with me.    ”      it’s meant to be a joke,   uttered with a roll of baby blue eyes  -  but anna can’t help but wonder if there’s a layer of truth to it;  if somehow he enjoys her company.    she doesn’t want to dwell on that,    doesn’t want to acknowledge the fact that even though she finds his presence annoying,    maybe she enjoys it a little,    too. 

“    oh,   so this isn’t mandatory?    ”    a tilt of her head,    matched with the quirk of one singular brow as she settles herself comfortably into a corner of the ring.    arms wrapped over the ropes,    one foot rested against the lower turnbuckle.      “    could’ve fooled me.    ”      she clears her throat then offers a snide grin,    voice shifted a few octaves lower in an attempt to mimic his tone.      “    i’ll see you after class,    jay.   ”      it’s horribly off key,   nowhere near close to a proper imitation,   but that doesn’t stop anna from laughing nonetheless  -  doesn’t stop her from sticking her tongue out,   either.      “    right,    and leave you to be all moody and angsty because you didn’t get your way?    i’m doing everyone a favor by being here,    you included.    ”

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♡   FINE LINE  -  HARRY STYLES  [  𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙿𝚃. 𝟸  ]

adult themes / language tw.   customize  as  you  need / wish !

TO BE SO LONELY

Don’t blame me for falling, I was just a little boy

Don’t blame me for drunk calling

You can’t blame me, darling, not even a little bit

I’m an arrogant son of a bitch, who can’t admit when he’s sorry

Don’t call me baby again

I know you’re tryna be friends, I know you mean it

It’s hard for me to go home

I just hope you see me in a little better light

Do you think it’s easy being of the jealous kind?

‘Cause I miss the shape of your lips

You’ll win, it’s just a trick

And this is it, so I’m sorry

SHE

(S)he’s thinking of you, like all of us do

(S)he lives in daydreams with me

(S)he’s the first one that I see and I don’t know why

I don’t know who (s)he is

(S)he takes a boat out, imagines just sailing away

(S)he wouldn’t know what to say

A woman/man who’s just in his/her head

(S)he sleeps in his/her bed while (s)he plays pretend

SUNFLOWER, VOL. 6

My eyes, want you more than a melody

Wish I could get to know you

Keep it sweet in your memory

I was just tongue-tied

I don’t wanna make you feel bad, but I’ve been trying hard not to talk to you

I couldn’t want you any more

Kiss in the kitchen like it’s a dance floor

I couldn’t want you any more tonight

Tired eyes are the death of me

I’ve got your face hung up high in the gallery

Your flowers just died. Plant new seeds in the melody

Let me inside, I wanna get to know you

I don’t wanna make you feel bad, but I’ve been trying hard not to act a fool

CANYON MOON

You gotta see it to believe it

Sky never looked so blue

So hard to leave it, that’s what I always do

So I keep thinking back to a time under the canyon moon

I’ll be gone too long from you

Two weeks and I’ll be home

Carry the feeling through Paris, all through Rome

I’m going home

(S)he plays songs I’ve never heard

Pretends not to know the words

TREAT PEOPLE WITH KINDNESS

Maybe we can find a place to feel good

We can treat people with kidness

I got a good feeling. I’m just takin’ it all in

Floating up and dreaming’, droppin’ into the deep end

If we’re here long enough, they’ll sing a song for us

Giving second changes, I don’t need all the answers

Feeling good in my skin, I just keep dancin’

It’s just another day

All we ever want is automatic all the time

FINE LINE

Put a prince on emotion, I’m looking for something to buy

You’ve got my devotion, but man, I can hate you sometimes

I don’t want to fight you

I don’t wanna sleep in the dirt

We’ll get the drinks in, so I’ll think of her/him

We’ll be a fine line

There’s things we’ll never know

My hand’s at risk, I fold

Crips trepidation, I’ll try to shake this soon

Spreading you open is the only way of knowing you

We’ll be alright

[antagnst]

champiions​:

@antagnst​ said:  “ but it’s over now and that’s all. ” sasha & dax.

“i was trying to be nice and reminisce on the fun we had since i ENJOYED being your girlfriend… but sure, let’s kill the mood. great. thanks.” sasha let out a huff of air as her sentence came to an end. her arms crossed over her chest and she rolled her eyes. they looked away from him for a moment. not looking at any specific in the room but just at anything besides him. that didn’t really last for long. “we’re still friends at least.” sasha didn’t have many of those. at least many of those who she could trust on a deeper level. dax was still one of those people (whether he knew that or not) and so was his tag team partner. they had her back since day one and that’s something she would never forget. “and i’m always a phone call away if you ever need some help relieving any stress. be glad i still do that for you.”

𝚂𝙷𝙴  𝙲𝙰𝙽  𝙱𝙴  𝙰  𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴  𝙳𝙸𝙵𝙵𝙸𝙲𝚄𝙻𝚃.    the kind of woman that was just as easy to love as she was to misunderstand    -    and despite the intimacy of their time spent together,    he’s still found himself walking a tightrope.    toeing the line and never fully knowing which side he was on.    he’d used to joke that she liked it that way,    that she was keeping him on his toes in an attempt to help keep him feeling young and spry.    “    wasn’t tryin’ to ruin the mood,    sash.    you know that.    ”    it was just more complicated than she made it out to be,    whether she realized that or not.    but things almost always were more complicated,    and though their time together had come and gone,    it didn’t mean he’d lost all feelings for her.    didn’t mean he didn’t think about how things could’ve been if they’d managed to work everything out.    but some things were better left in the past,    better left behind where the barbs couldn’t hurt him anymore and remind him of his mistakes.    “    ‘ppreciate the offer n’ all,    but it’s probably for the better if we just uh,    mind the rules and not blur any lines.    ”    because it still stung,    just a little    -    and he’s got more than himself to think about.    

𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙻𝙴𝚈'𝙳  𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴𝙽  𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁  𝚂𝙿𝙻𝙸𝚃  𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙳.    and the last thing he wants is for his daughter to get confused,    get herself reattached only to have sasha waltzing out of their lives again like nothing’d happened.    a little distance was better,    safer    -    and even if it hurts to place it between them,    dax knows it’s for the best.    for him.    for his daughter.    for her.    even if she won’t admit it.    “    it’s good to see you,    glad you’re in a better place than you were,    y’know?    ” 

[antagnst]

champiions​:

@antagnst​ said:  “ stop trying to fix me. ” seth & paige.

he wanted to help people. he wanted to take his knowledge of the business and gift it upon those who needed it. he wanted to help the less fortunate. even when the less fortunate was his ex-girlfriend. it’s been many years since they’ve been together but the nature of the business they were in caused their paths to cross still. “i’m not trying to fix you, paige. i’m trying to help you so that you can fix yourself. you haven’t done anything in years and i want to help you change that. i can help you. i can help bring you back to the spotlight where you deserve to be. i just need you to trust me.” seth had his head slightly tilted as his eyes scanned over the british woman’s face. he wasn’t laughing. this wasn’t some kind of joke. this was the messiah being himself. “please. understand where i’m coming from. i can visit you on top of the world again.”

𝚃𝚁𝚄𝚂𝚃  𝙼𝙴,    he says,    as if each syllable isn’t a knife buried deep into her chest.      a chair smacked flush against her back.      he isn’t trustworthy,    has never been    -    and once upon a time,    that’d have been a quality she was willing to overlook;    a quality she’d gladly overlooked without hesitation.     but time and injuries have changed her,    and paige’s learned she’s no longer able to be as reckless as she once was    -    as willing to buy into false prophets and the ramblings of mad men.      “    y’really know how t’make a girl feel good about herself.    s’quite the confidence builder hearing how i need help,    from you of all fuckin’ people.    ”      there’s a roll of dark eyes,    liner and mascara popped against the ghoulish glow of her skin.      she feels trapped.      cornered like an injured animal mere moments from being placed within a predator’s jaw.      seth certainly looks the part,    and for a flash of seconds,    she wonders if he’s going to start foaming at the mouth.     go rabid and refuse to let her leave until she’s agreed to do what he wants.      “    i don’t want you to visit me at all,    alright?      i'm not takin’ advice from anyone who looks like he lets a toddler dress him in the dark.    ”      

[antagnst]

eraofviolence​:

 IF  YOU  HAD  ASKED  HIM  HOW  HE  WOULDN’T  HAVE  A  GOOD  ANSWER.  no,  drew  had  no  solid  explanation  as  to  how  he’d  ended  up  tucked  into  some  corner  of  the  pub  with  cassie  while  her  mates  found  themselves  entertained  elsewhere  on  their  makeshift  dance  floor  that  definitely  didn’t  exist  before  their  crew  got  there.  but  the  HOW  was  a  non-issue.  it  didn’t  matter  because  they  were  here  now  and  he  stared  down  at  the  rapidly  melting  ice  in  his  ginger  ale  as  he  collected  his  thoughts.  the  smallest  of  smirks  tugged  at  the  corner  of  his  mouth  before  he  looked  back  up  into  those  dark  eyes.

 "  I  never  took  ya  for  a  pessimist,  “  he  teased  lightly,  raising  a  brow  at  her.  "  look,  I  won’t  lie,  wantin’  things  come  with  risk,  aye.  you  have  to  put  things  on  the  line  to  get  anythin’  back.  but  I’ll  argue  that  if  you’re  gonna  spend  your  short  time  on  this  earth  NOT  wantin’  at  least  one  little  thing,  well … what’s  the  damn  point?  ”

 drew  was  a  man  who  knew  vice  -  he  knew  a  FEW  actually,  so  he  was  someone  who  understood  how  ( WANTING )  could  consume  you.  it  could  leave  you  weak  and  at  the  mercy  of  others  yet  it  could  also  be  the  thing  that  kept  you  fighting  when  life  knocked  you  down  time  and  time  again.  

 "  though  I  guess  it  all  depends  on  what  you’re  wantin’ … could  be  your  best  mate  or  your  worst  enemy.  “

sender: @antagnst / #venusblooms prompt:  ❛ the problem with wanting is that it makes us weak ❜ status: accepting

𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙽𝚂𝚆𝙴𝚁 𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚂 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷 𝙾𝙵 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙼𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙷.      the shift of her frame as her elbow comes to rest on their shared table and her chin into the palm of her hand.      “    it isn’t about not wanting,    andrew.    ”      it was more complicated than that    -    though wasn’t everything?      at least when it came to her,    came to how cassie’s world worked    . . .    or at the very least,    her perception of it.      “    it’s the tempering of your want,    the realization that wanting can open up wounds both old and new and leave you helpless.    ”      she doesn’t fear much,    but what she does can be easily surmised as thus.    helplessness.    neediness.    weakness.      cassie’d rather tear herself limb from limb than allow it,    she’d never allow anyone the right to see her in such a light.      no matter how close.      how friendly.     not even jessie had been trusted enough to glean that sort of insight.      her fingers tap against the flesh of her cheek,    inhaling a breath as her gaze flickers from his face to around the pub then back once more. 

"    𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙴𝚇𝙰𝙼𝙿𝙻𝙴,    "      she drawls,    corners of her mouth curling up into a smirk,    “    i want a lot of things    -    and there’s very,    very little that could ever stop me from wanting them or chasing them.      but it’s a matter of specifics,    if i don’t share with the rest of the world just what it is that i want    . . .    it can’t be used against me.    ”      one leg unfurls from the other,    no longer crossed under the table    -    instead it lingers across the middle,    into his space with the fluid grace of someone who knows what she’s doing.      but her features stay placid,    bordering on uninterested as her free hand swirls the straw in her drink.      “    maybe bobby wouldn’t have your number so well if you weren’t so   . . .   transparent.    ”

[antagnst]

me:    i’m gonna use icons!    it’s cute!  me posting replies at 11pm:    no icons,    only write,    what is photoshop?

[antagnst]

eraofviolence​:

 HE  WAS  A  INJURED  ANIMAL.  a  dog  beaten  by  his  master.  the  wound  in  his  chest  fresh  from  where  alexa  had  plunged  her  hand  and  torn  out  his  still-beating  heart.  she  had  hurt  the  man  yet  had  only  ENRAGED  the  monster  and  the  fiend  wouldn’t  forget.  faith  in  someone  else  was  a  fool’s  errand.  he  had  all  he  could  want  within  the  funhouse  and  everyone  else  would  simply  be  toys  for  him  to  break.  she  had  shown  him  that  path.  and  yet  now  here  stood  another.  as  pink  and  supple  as  the  last.  looking  at  him  with  doe  eyes.  dark  pools  to  drown  him  in  without  a  word.  but  bray  had  learned  his  lesson.  he  would  need  no  one  again.  no  more  lying  delilahs.

 still  as  she  stood  in  front  of  him  now,  she  didn’t  cry  or  scream  or  shake.  there  was  something  almost  REGAL  about  her  -  something  DARK  too.  unlike  alexa  it  wasn’t  shoved  down  inside.  begging  to  be  let  out.  no,  isla  wore  her  darkness  across  every  inch  of  her.  it  pulsed  just  beneath  the  surface  of  her  skin.

 the  ever  present  grin  remained  on  his  masked  face  lifting  one  of  his  gloved  hands  he  hooked  his  finger  twice,  beckoning  her  toward  him.

sender: @antagnst / #callquarters prompt:  ❛ i’ve been waiting for you for a long time ❜ status: accepting

𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙺𝚂 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙰 𝙿𝚁𝙴𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙾𝙾𝙳𝚂.      silently traipsing.      tracking.      weaving a trail from one dimly lit hallway to the next    -    she’s tasted blood and knows where to find it.      where to find him.      she’s not alexa,    she doesn’t need a scapegoat;    doesn’t need anything from anyone.      but isla wants.      desires.     craves.      and that is why she flickers like a phantom,    appears in his midst with the knowing gaze of a woman who’d rather hold a monster at her breast than scream it away.      and why shouldn’t she?      the darkness has always held more for her    -    has always allowed for more options,    more opportunities;    it would only be cruel to deny that which gave her life comfort and care.      to not hold it in her hands gently,    to caress it with the same softness another might behold for a child. 

𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙸𝙽𝚅𝙸𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙸𝚂𝙽'𝚃 𝙽𝙴𝙲𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙰𝚁𝚈,    but it’s welcomed with a flash of pearly white teeth offset by the crimson of her lips.      soft clicking of black boots on the cement of the hallway as isla shifts closer;    always closer.      “    i won’t tell you the lie of the hour.     you and i don’t need each other.    ”      her fingers dance across the palm of his gloved hand,    up the stretch of his arm until stiletto nails are perched upon his shoulder.      her head tilts almost absentmindedly,    sending a cascade of red hair tumbling off her own.      “    but oh,    the fun we could have    . . .   don’t you think?    ”      the world would crumble,    of that isla is certain    -    a meeting of two forces none could ever prepare for,    it’d be delightfully awful.      the kind of thing only they could do together.      alexa’d be an afterthought when they finished;    when isla proved there would only ever need to be one of them,    and it wouldn’t be the girl playing at impiety.

[antagnst]

c    :    /  /    maryse  &  damian    .    ‘  𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒓.  ’ bridgerton sentence prompts   ,    accepting . @eraofviolence   ,    #infamousarcher .

𝙰 𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙴 𝙰𝚂 𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙰𝚂 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴.      she’s been doing this long enough to know the extent of what most would do to get ahead    -    to win one singular match.      but it’s been awhile since she’s had to step in on her husband’s account;    awhile since maryse has had to shoulder the weight of ensuring a win because he couldn’t do it on his own    . . .    and maybe she’s tired of it.      tired of having to come to his aid because he can’t get the job done,    tired of being the person he calls when things go wrong and he can’t fix them himself.      it’d felt good,    once upon a time,    to be so needed    -    to be the one person he could count on time and time again.      but things have changed,    and maryse isn’t the foolish girl she was once was;    isn’t the same woman who’d accompanied countless men to the ring for the sake of relevancy.       she’d thought her time fixing things for the miz had been over    -    and then damian had happened.      

𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙷𝚄𝙽𝙶𝚁𝚈.      tall,    dark,    unmistakably handsome.      she’d have been lying if she said she hadn’t noticed,    hadn’t let her gaze linger across his frame in ways she shouldn’t have.      maryse ought to have let michael handle this one on his own,    taken her own warnings and gone home without thinking twice.      but he’d insisted    -    and what kind of wife would she be if she hadn’t complied to her husband’s wishes?     much like her eyes,    maryse had begun lingering.      helping.     if one could call it that.       that’s what had led to this,    a meeting in a darkened hallway,    her husband nowhere to be found.      “    i suppose it is.    ”      her reply is spoken softly,    a shrug of slim shoulders in the finery of her dress,    “    and so i would imagine this is your way of saying there are    . . .    no hard feelings?    ”      a quirk of her brow as her mouth curls into a teasing grin.      maryse is testing the waters,    toeing along the lines of whatever boundaries she imagines should exist    -    one hand closing the distance between them to toss a few strands of hair over his shoulder.      “   after all,    it was war,   no?    ”

[antagnst]

c    :    /  /    aleister  &  rhea    .    ‘  𝒊 𝒂𝒎 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇.  ’ bridgerton sentence prompts   ,    accepting . @eraofviolence   ,    #brutaliity .

𝙸𝚃 𝚂𝙴𝙴𝙼𝚂 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙰𝙽 𝙾𝙱𝚅𝙸𝙾𝚄𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝚂𝚆𝙴𝚁.      of course she’d be looking out for herself    -    of course everyone should have been.      friends and alliances were falsehoods,    and anyone who’d yet to figure that out would have such a terrible awakening one day soon.     of that aleister was certain.      and though rhea’s answer suffices what little curiosity he’d held,    there’s another question brewing as he uncrosses his legs,    clamps shut the tomb on his lap with a flick of his thumb.      it was one thing to be looking out for yourself,    another altogether to be doing a good job of it    -    and that is where he finds himself wondering if she’s capable.     if she understands the kind of dangers that lurk just below the surface.      “    but are you seeing everything?      are you vigilant in your endeavors?    ”      he leans a little closer across the table,    glasses sitting on the brim of his nose as his gaze flickers just above the frames.      “    or do you,    like so many others,    have a blind spot?      that’s the question you should be asking yourself,    ripley.    ”      tattooed fingers fold together,    rest against the surface of the table as his shoulder shrug,    “    hyper - fixation does not equal observation,    you’d do well to remember that.    ”

𝙸𝚃 𝙸𝚂𝙽'𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚂 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙽𝙴𝙴𝙳𝚂 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙰𝙳𝚅𝙸𝙲𝙴.      in a way he supposes it could be unwarranted    -    and that perhaps she’s too headstrong to even heed it.      but he knows what he’s seen,    and knows far too well how easily delusions of grandeur and the focus on one person over the whole can lead to trouble;    can lead to the loss of the gold draped over rhea’s shoulder in the flash of an eye.      he imagines,    that if someone were going to do that to rhea,    it’d likely be charlotte.      no matter how much she swears she’s finished with her.      some things never die,    never cease    -    even when you want them to.      “    i hope you’re aware that it isn’t over,    it’s never over.      just when you think things have settled,    the dark will come again.      it always does.    ”

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champiions​:

@antagnst​ said: “ please just tell me how you feel. ” roman & liv.

roman reigns sat in his chair, universal championship on his lap, and the television monitor was on so that he could keep a close eye on his show. he heard her voice but he didn’t reply. he was silent for a moment. instead of focusing his attention on liv, he focused on what was going on in the ring right now. the superstars there having his attention until the match ended. that’s when he replied to her… but the champion didn’t even look at morgan. her simple request wasn’t worth the simple movement of his head.  “go get ready for your match.” he stated. it wasn’t a suggestion and it wasn’t a request. it was a simple demand from the head of the table. “we will have this conversation when i want us to have this conversation.”

𝙷𝙴 𝙸𝚂𝙽'𝚃 𝙵𝙰𝙸𝚁.      he has never been fair.      liv knows that    -    has come to expect that there is no fairness in their relationship,    but even then there’s disappointment lingering in her features.      in the way her mouth pulls into a pout,    in the way large blue eyes blink once,    twice,    before her gaze shifts to the floor.      liv’s given a lot to be here,    to be with him    -    her friendship with ruby no longer allowed,    every other friendly face she once thought she’d known no longer found within the crowd because he’d deemed it so.      her fingers curl into the palms of her hand,     self preservation wills her to let it go;    to turn and do as he says,    because that’s easier than allowing whatever flicker of emotion threatens to rise to the top burst through.      but liv’s never been great at letting things go,    can remember each slight and every thing she’s gone through thanks to him.      “    what about what i want?    ”

[infinite-rocket-launcher]

[antagnst]

c    :    /  /    jaycole    .    ‘  𝒊 𝒂𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔,    𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔.  ’ bridgerton sentence prompts   ,    accepting .  @eraofviolence   ,    #kingcxle . 

𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙴𝚂 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙵𝙰𝚂𝚃.      unwavering.      crafted out of ice and concrete,    unforgiving and cold.      he’s a reminder that she isn’t,    a cruel joke played on a girl who shouldn’t want what she has.      all the tension held in her jaw and shoulders seems to dissipate,    forgotten in the wave of comfort held in each syllable he speaks to her.    it’s that,    too,    she decides,   that’s just another problem she’ll have to face in the future    -    the way her guard falters,    the way he simply knows how to talk her back from whatever edge she’s threatening to hurtle herself over.      weakness comes in many forms;    anna’s takes the shape of his mouth,    the gentle timbre of his voice,   the warmth of his hands    -    she knows if she flickers her gaze up she’ll get lost in his.      that pale blue eyes will be waiting for her there,    as they always are,    patient and kind in their nature. 

"    𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙸𝚂𝙴?    "      her voice waivers to life,     a question she already knows the answer to slipped through her lips without hesitation.    because she wants him to say it again,    say it until the words are burned into her memory and refuse to give way to her insecurity.    her fears.    the intrusive thoughts that insist she’ll never be what he wants    -    not fully,    never wholeheartedly,    when so many better options exist.      but he’s here now,    and maybe that’s what matters most;    his presence a necessary reminder that even if he couldn’t promise,    or if he chose to lie,    he’s hers for the moment.     that for however brief or extensive,    he’d chosen her over everyone else.    her frame shifts,    no longer angled away but instead leaning in,    pressing herself into his space until she’s close enough to cup her fingers along his jaw.      “    feels almost silly to say it,    but i’m all yours,    too.    ”      ridiculously.      inevitably.      there’d never been a choice in the matter,    either. 

no gradual fall,   but instead a hard tumble down    -    there was no better way to describe how anna’d found herself here.      in love.      or what she imagines love to be    -    and though she has no intention of stating as much out loud,    she thinks she must be;    that alone is a start.      her cheeks are flushed a light shade of pink,    warmth radiating down her body before she lifts herself onto her tiptoes to press a kiss to his mouth.      it’s second nature for her arms to drift and curl their way around him,    fingers interlocked behind his neck,    entirely at ease and comfortable    -    she almost feels like she’s floating.      on her own personal cloud nine and unwilling to come down.     

[persephonememes]

* (  𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍 /  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

These may have been edited for clarity or length or to better apply for roleplaying.

do it. be bold.

we must continue our ruse until i’ve found my match.

me, unavailable; you, desirable.

i trusted you more than anyone in this world, and you took advantage.

you do not know me, but i know you.

you have no idea what it is to have one’s entire life reduced to a single moment.

is this not lovely? all of us together again.

an expert in the art of the swoon.

i wish to be entertained.

it would be better if you refrain from thinking about me at all.

lovely indeed. we should tempt scandal more often.

the social season is upon us.

your love is an unrequited fantasy.

i cannot stop thinking of you.

i am anything but interested in you.

it is more than just your honor at stake.

i write in my diary which is not the same as writing in my novel.

a pairing like that would be most enchanting indeed.

the season’s diamond, even more precious and rare a stone than previously thought?

stare into my eyes.

is it awful that i’m enjoying it?

if you desire the sun and the moon, all you have to do is go out and shoot at the sky.

we could pretend to form an attachment.

if there is a scandal, i shall uncover it.

must our only options be to squawk and settle or to never leave the nest?

all is fair in love and war.

there is nothing you cannot do.

my honor is not for sale.

if this is to work, we must appear madly in love.

i’m aware of your reputation.

do not tell me that is another scandal sheet.

you’ve always amused me.

we find ourselves seated next to each other. i’d think you’d be happy about that.

marriage has it joys, but it also brings with it its special trials.

it’d be better if you refrain from thinking about me at all.

you do not know me, and never shall.

you do not humiliate the one you love. 

i’m aware of your reputation and i am anything but interested in you.

what if i want to fly?

the ones we love have the power to inflict the greatest scars.

every presumptuous mother in town will leave me alone and every suitor will be looking at you.

you do not trick the one you love.

if you desire the sun and the moon, all you have to do is go out and shoot at the sky.

let it be known that if there is a scandal, i shall uncover it.

you think that just because i’m a woman, i’m incapable of making my own choices?

love, conquers all.

you can choose to love me as much as i love you.

i am tired of pretending.

from the mornings you ease, to the evenings you quiet, to the dreams you inhabit my thoughts of you never end.

i cannot continue acting as if i do not love you. because i do.

i love all of you.

i cannot be your fool again.

the brighter a lady shines, the faster she may burn.

we chose to love each other every single day.

pride, it will cost you everything and leave you with nothing.

i am looking out for myself.

you don’t deserve to breathe the same air as her.

you must simply marry the man who feels like your dearest friend.

i am ensuring my own future. because i know in my heart i know that there is no one else who ever will.

you do not lie to the one you love.

to meet a beautiful woman is one thing, but to meet your best friend in the most beautiful of women is something entirely apart.

circumstances change, ladies. sometimes over night.

her heart is no matter, as long as her hand remains free.

you cannot assure me of everything.

i will always protect you.

i believe i should like to stay.

i believe you should like to go.

what others should ever want such damaged goods now?

you have no idea what it is to be a woman.

you are perfection itself.

what? you don’t love me for my subtlety.

would you rather die than marry me?

i am yours, i have always been yours.

it is you i cannot sacrifice.

i burn for you.

it pains me you should think every compliment a mockery.

i ask you, can the ends ever justify such wretched means?

[antagnst]

@champiions    /    seth  +  anna  . 

𝚂𝙷𝙴  𝙷𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂  𝙷𝙾𝚆  𝙵𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙸𝙰𝚁  𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂  𝚂𝙿𝙰𝙲𝙴  𝙸𝚂.        dirty canvas in between black ropes,    the god awful logo emblazoned in the middle.    each facet is a constant reminder of just whose facility she’s in,    no respite from the countless pieces of merchandise adorning walls and lingering in places she’d rather not have to see them.    but there’s a purpose here,    an insistence from a man she’d held in high regard    -   he’d known best,    and if he truly thought she’d find what she needed here,    she was willing to give it a shot.    but that meant nothing in terms of her current reality;   wherein she’d come to realize that nearly every time the famed seth rollins spoke in her direction,    anna had to contain the urge to sucker punch him in the face.    to her own surprise,   she hadn’t done it yet.    granted,    it’d only been a handful of weeks    -   and there was still plenty of time to do so.    especially if he continued his current onslaught of keeping her late   -   insisting that she had to stay well past everyone else.    for one slight or another,    one mistake or ill timed comment.    that was how she’d found herself here again,   baby hairs falling out of twin braids,    arms crossed over her chest,    staring him back dead in the eye. 

" 𝚂𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙻𝚈?   𝙸 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙰 𝙼𝙴𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶,   𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆. "        or a last second zoom meeting with the order back in georgia    -    they were the same in her eyes,    at least as far as excuses to leave went.    not that it’d matter in the end;    it never did.    never seemed to matter what sort of reasoning she attempted,    he always insisted she had to stay.    and anna,   for lack of better judgment or something else altogether,   always did.    a huff as she takes two steps forward,    bridging the gap between them before her arms uncurl from her chest and one hand extends to shove at his shoulder.    “  what’s your deal,    anyways?    i didn’t even do anything wrong today.  ”