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“What if I pelted you with a snowball. Would you cheer up then?”

a snowball? of all the things he could have said, that certainly hadn't been on her list. it was ridiculous — so unapologetically, almost offensively ridiculous — that it chipped away at the wall she'd been trying so hard to maintain. he had a talent for doing that. somehow, when she expected sympathy or careful words, he offered chaos instead. and somehow... it worked. nikki's brows lifted ever so slightly as she regarded him, the corners of her mouth threatening to betray her. ❝ so that's your brilliant idea? ❞ she asked, feigning disbelief. ❝ you think pelting me with a snowball is supposed to improve my mood? ❞ she let the silence linger for a beat before a quiet laugh escaped her, one she didn't bother hiding this time. ❝ i hate that there's a very real chance you're right. ❞ a playful glint settled in her eyes as she folded her arms across her chest. ❝ but let's be clear about something. ❞ her smile widened, carrying the unmistakable promise of mischief. ❝ the second you throw one at me, you're starting a war. ❞ she inclined her head ever so slightly, issuing the challenge without another word. ❝ so... make it count. ❞

#[ ⋆ ( ♡ 💋 ) ] 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 ‚ 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 ━━ 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒.#d1rtydom #ash OUR BABIES #i miss u <3

chvmpiionsx

🎤 for roman or sethhhhh

send a 🎤 & i'll shuffle my music & use the lyrics to write a starter Jack Harlow - First Class

"They say you a superstar now, damn. I guess I am. You might be the man. Well, that's unless I am."

b3llalution

he still had a way of saying things that lingered. she almost laughed. typical roman. equal parts confidence and challenge, wrapped in a smile that always dared her to answer. there was a time she would've fired something back without thinking. now, she simply let the silence settle. they had both become people the world recognized, but success had never been what separated them. looking at him, she couldn't help but think, you never had to prove you were the man to me. i already knew who you were. she met his eyes and gave him the smallest smile. ❝ maybe you are. but i never needed a title to know your worth. ❞

#[ ⋆ ( ♡ 💋 ) ] 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 ‚ 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 ━━ 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒.#chvmpiionsx #empiircx #cryingggggg HELP

chvmpiionsx

If anyone knew Roman, they knew family meant the world to him. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for those closest to him. And to be honest with the direction his relationship with Nikki had been leading, she had quickly become one of those people he held close and dear to his heart. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t have been willing to do for her if it meant seeing that smile on her face. She was his world, and despite the fact his career had been on a skyrocket as of late, the Samoan was still willing to put their relationship first. Hell, he would have taken on less work if it was something she truly wanted. All he could do was look at her with this look of disbelief when she mentioned a possible pregnancy leading to her decision to leave their relationship. Did she have such little faith in him? Better yet, did she really think he wouldn’t be happy to welcome a child with the woman he grew to love? He wasn’t sure rather to be pissed or upset. And the crazy part was he sensed something like this had happened. He could sense it from the way she began to pull away from him at the later stage of their relationship, and no matter what he did or said he couldn’t get her to fess up to what was bothering her. No. She decided to choose for him and step away from his life leaving him in an uproar of misery. He sat there for the longest in silence just soaking all her words in one by one. He could picture himself holding a newborn, being there for NIkki every step of the way as he looked out for her, even rushing to the store in the middle of the night to satisfy one of her ridiculous late night cravings. Despite the fact this didn’t happen, and couldn’t because she wasn’t pregnant. It would have been nice to dream together, maybe even try for real after the pregnancy wasn’t real. Whatever happened at least they could have done it together.

“Nikki…” He started falling quiet again. Everything in him wanted to walk out that room, never speak to her again. But as much as he wanted that to happen, he couldn’t stop the walls from finally tumbling down after discovering the truth. He couldn’t even imagine how hard that must have been for her. “It pisses me off that you made that decision for me. That you didn’t even give me a fucking chance to react and prove to you that I could be and would be the man you needed.” He shook his head in disbelief. “Trapping.” He huffed. “A baby wouldn’t have been enough to keep me around if I didn’t want to be.” Of course he would have been man enough to step up to the plate, but that was an entirely different manner. Slowly he eased himself up to his feet, looking in to her eyes for real. For the first time in ages as he closed the distance between them to reach for her hand. He urged her closer to his body, wrapping his arms around her as he embraced her gently. “I wish you would have let me be there for you…” He left it at that. He wasn’t sure if she wanted this pregnancy to be real or not, but regardless whatever she dealt with, she had to do it alone.

b3llalution

she melts into him before she can stop herself.

it isn't a decision. it isn't even something she consciously allows. it's instinct. the moment his arms wrap around her, years of carefully constructed distance collapse beneath the simple, devastating familiarity of being held by him again. she'd spent so long convincing herself she could live without this — that she had to — that she'd almost forgotten what it felt like to belong somewhere. for one impossible moment, she's home. a quiet, broken breath escapes her as her fingers curl into the back of his shirt, holding on just enough to steady herself. she isn't clinging to him because she's afraid he'll disappear. she's holding onto the only thing that's ever made the noise in her head go quiet. for a long moment, she can't speak. his words don't simply reach her — they settle somewhere deep inside her, somewhere she'd spent years refusing to look. a baby wouldn't have been enough to keep me around if i didn't want to be.

it should have been obvious. it was obvious. that was the cruel irony of it all. roman had never once loved her halfway. not once had he given her reason to believe his commitment came with conditions, or that the life he was building couldn't make room for her inside it. she had known the man who skipped flights just to steal another evening together. the man who called after every show, no matter how exhausted he was. the man who somehow made the busiest days of his life feel like she still came first. she had loved that man. and somehow, when fear took hold, she'd stopped seeing him. instead, she'd started seeing every ending she'd already survived. long before roman, she'd believed she'd found forever once before. she'd imagined a wedding, a home, children laughing through hallways that never existed. she'd built her heart around promises she'd thought would last a lifetime, only to discover that love wasn't always enough to make two people want the same future. letting go of that life had broken something inside her — not all at once, but slowly, quietly, until she'd begun expecting happiness to come with an expiration date. she never meant to carry that fear into another relationship. she certainly never meant to carry it into this one. roman had never asked her to question where she stood with him. if anything, he'd spent every day answering questions she'd never voiced aloud. he made time for her when he barely had time for himself. he called when he was exhausted. he showed up. again and again. without hesitation. without conditions. she had loved him for all of it. loved him so deeply that, for the first time since she'd watched one future slip through her fingers, she'd allowed herself to imagine another. and that was what terrified her. not because of who he was. because of how much she stood to lose if history found a way to repeat itself. the warmth of his embrace breaks the last piece of restraint she'd been holding together. a quiet sob catches in her throat as she buries her face against him for only a moment longer, mourning not just the years between them, but the woman she had been — the one who had trusted fear more than the man who'd never once given her a reason to.

when she finally finds her voice, it's barely above a whisper. ❝ i know. ❞ she closes her eyes, another uneven breath catching in her chest before she continues. ❝ i know... and that's what hurts. i spent so long convincing myself i knew what you would've done that i forgot to remember who you actually were. ❞ she slowly lifts her head, her eyes finding his. ❝ you loved me. ❞ there isn't a trace of uncertainty in her voice. ❝ you did. every single day, in all the little ways that mattered. you never made me compete with your career. you never made me feel guilty for wanting your time. you never looked at me like i was asking for too much... or like i was getting in the way. ❞ a sad smile flickers across her lips. ❝ i did that. i looked at everything you were becoming... every opportunity, every responsibility... and i decided there wasn't room for me anymore. but you never said that. ❞ she shakes her head, tears gathering again. ❝ i did. ❞ silence settles between them as she studies his face, seeing him with a clarity she'd denied herself for years. ❝ do you know what hurts the most? ❞ she asks softly. her thumb brushes absently against the fabric of his shirt. ❝ it isn't realizing i was wrong. it's realizing... you were showing me the answer all along, and i was too afraid to believe it. every time you came home exhausted and still made time for me. every phone call after a show. every night you chose us when nobody would've blamed you for choosing work instead... you were telling me exactly who you were. ❞ a tear escapes, tracing slowly down her cheek. ❝ and i loved you for all of those things. i loved you because you made me feel safe. i loved you because you made me believe, for the first time in a long time, that maybe forever wasn't something i'd already missed. then the moment i thought i had something to lose... i forgot everything you'd spent months showing me. i stopped trusting the man standing in front of me, and i started trusting every fear that came before you. ❞

she laughs quietly through the tears. ❝ i'd already mourned one life i thought i was going to have. i was supposed to get married. i was supposed to have children. i spent years believing that if i loved someone enough, eventually we'd want the same things. and when that didn't happen... i don't think i ever really recovered from it. i just learned how to hide it better. ❞ her gaze never leaves his. ❝ then i met you... and none of that mattered anymore, because somewhere along the way i started imagining those things again. a home. sunday mornings. a family. you. ❞ she swallows hard. ❝ so when i thought i might've been pregnant... it wasn't just the possibility of a baby that terrified me. it was realizing how badly i wanted that future with you... and how terrified i was that i'd lose it the same way i'd lost the last one. ❞ she smiles through fresh tears, the expression heartbreakingly soft. ❝ i keep listening to you talk... and all i can think is... god, you would've been excited. ❞ a watery laugh escapes her. ❝ you would've panicked first. you would've overprepared. you probably would've bought every parenting book you could find because you'd convince yourself there was some secret to getting it right. ❞ her smile trembles. ❝ and somewhere in the middle of all of that... you would've found me sitting on the bathroom floor, completely terrified. you would've gotten down there with me. you would've held my hand and told me we were going to figure it out together. ❞ she closes her eyes, another tear slipping free. ❝ i can see it now... because now i finally believe it. ❞ when she opens them again, they're filled with nothing but regret. ❝ and i never gave you that chance. i robbed you of the chance to tell me everything was going to be okay... and i robbed myself of hearing it. ❞ she lifts one hand, resting it gently against his cheek, her thumb brushing across his skin with quiet reverence. ❝ i need you to know something. ❞ she waits until his eyes meet hers completely. ❝ i never questioned whether i loved you. not once. i questioned whether someone like me could really be loved by someone like you without eventually ruining everything. that wasn't your failure. it was the wound i carried long before i ever met you. ❞ her voice falters. ❝ i was so afraid of watching another future disappear that i convinced myself it was better to leave before i had the chance to lose it. i thought i was protecting my heart... but all i really did was break both of ours. ❞ she exhales shakily, her forehead almost touching his again. ❝ i wish i'd trusted you. i wish i'd trusted us. because listening to you now... ❞ a fragile smile finally breaks through her tears. ❝ ...i know you would've stayed. i know you would've loved me through every fear, every impossible conversation, every version of our future. ❞ her thumb lingers against his cheek lingering there for just a heartbeat longer. ❝ because loving you was never the mistake… believing i'd have to lose you was. ❞

#[ ⋆ ( ♡ 💋 ) ] 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 ‚ 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 ━━ 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒.#IM LITERALLY?????#IN TEARS #goooooodbye #chvmpiionsx #empiircx

chvmpiionsx

[TXT] : that's not an excuse. / nikki to sethhhhh <3

contact: NIKKI. [msg - delivered]: but it's the truth though. [msg - delivered]: you think I wanted to cancel on you tonight? fuck no. [msg - delivered]: let me make it up to you. how does dinner tomorrow night sound? your choice.

b3llalution

[ SMS / CONTACT: seth / SENT ]: seth… that’s the problem. i want to believe you so badly that it scares me. [ SMS / CONTACT: seth / SENT ]: but i need to be honest with you — this brought up some feelings i wasn’t expecting. i’ve spent a lot of time protecting my heart, and when something like this happens, my mind immediately starts asking questions i don’t want to ask. [ SMS / CONTACT: seth / SENT ]: the truth is… i wanted tonight. i wanted you. [ SMS / CONTACT: seth / SENT ]: i’m not saying you don’t care about me. i’m saying i don’t know if i can keep ignoring that little voice telling me i’m not as much of a priority as i thought i was. [ SMS / CONTACT: seth / SENT ]: dinner tomorrow sounds nice, but i don’t want you taking me out because you feel guilty. i want you to want to be there.

#[ ⋆ ( ♡ 💋 ) ] 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 ‚ 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 ━━ 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒.#I[M #im in pain already #chvmpiionsx #blackoutrollins

mamisms

Rhea found @b3llalution alone in the far corner of the backstage hall, still half in her gear, hair messy from the fight, frustration written all over her face. Fresh from the War Games victory, adrenaline still buzzing in her veins, Rhea approached without hesitation—no pity in her expression, just certainty. “Nik… don’t even start thinking this is the end,” Rhea said, voice firm, almost commanding as she stepped into her space. “I know you’re coming back from this stronger. Loss or no loss, you walked out there as a different version of yourself tonight, ya? Sharper, meaner, more dangerous. That doesn’t go away just because the ref counted to three.”

She crossed her arms, watching Nikki with that unblinking, confident stare. “And if you’re smart? You won’t waste time sulking, you’ll aim higher. Someone like Jade Cargill? Yeah. That’s the kind of fight that puts your name right back in everyone’s mouth.” Rhea tilted her head, smirking slightly. “You and her? That’s a collision waiting to happen. Power against power. Ego against ego. And you...” she pointed at Nikki’s chest, “you’d push her harder than anyone else in that locker room.”

Stepping back just a hair, she softened only enough to be real, not gentle. “You lost one match. Big deal. You’re Nikki fucking Bella. You’re built for the spotlight, built to take hits and come back hotter.” A slow grin pulled at her lips. “So wipe this off, stand up straight, and go pick your next target. Because this? This isn’t where you fall. It’s where you reload.”

b3llalution

nikki let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head as she leaned against the concrete wall, slowly peeling the tape from her wrists. ❝ you know what i hate most? everyone thinks they know what this loss means. ❞ she looked up at rhea, her eyes cold rather than defeated. ❝ i didn't lose because stephanie was better. i lost because one mistake was all she needed. one. that's not dominance — that's luck. ❞ nikki scoffed, tossing the tape onto the floor. ❝ but you're right about one thing... this isn't the end. ❞ she stepped closer, standing eye-to-eye with rhea. ❝ i didn't come back to WWE for some cute little nostalgia run. i came back because this division forgot who built it. they got comfortable pretending the bellas were history while they played dress-up with championships i helped make relevant. ❞ a smug smile spread across her face. ❝ so stephanie can enjoy carrying that title around. smile for the cameras. do the interviews. soak it all in. ❞

her expression hardened. ❝ because every woman back there just became a target. ❞ she folded her arms, confidence returning with every word. ❝ jade cargill? bianca. tiffany. stephanie. i don't care who's standing across from me anymore. if they're holding something i want — or if the fans think they're bigger than me — they're getting knocked down. ❞ nikki smirked. ❝ and when i take one of them out, nobody's going to call it a comeback. they're going to call it exactly what it is. a takeover. ❞ she pushed off the wall and walked past rhea before stopping for just a second. ❝ you said i'm built for the spotlight. ❞ a cocky grin crossed her face. ❝ i never left it. ❞ without another glance back, nikki disappeared down the hallway, no longer looking like someone who had just lost a championship match. she looked like someone planning revenge.

#[ ⋆ ( ♡ 💋 ) ] 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 ‚ 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 ━━ 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒.#mamisms

jolteon-rph

WINTER / SEASONAL STARTERS.

A bundle of seasonal starters for winter, unrelated to any particular holiday.

Feel free to change the prompts and/or sentences as you see fit, or combine them to make a new prompt.

TW: Swearing/cussing.

Emoji prompts:

❄️: Our muses are caught out in the snow together.

⛸️: Our muses go ice-skating together (at an ice rink or frozen body of water).

🔥: Our muses make a bonfire together.

🏔️: Our muses take a winter hike together.

🛒: Our muses go winter shopping together.

🥾: Our muses go camping together in the snow.

✨: Our muses go stargazing together.

☃️: Our muses make a snow sculpture together.

🧥: My muse offers your muse their coat to keep them warm (add a ‘+’ for the reverse).

✋: My muse puts their cold hands onto your muses back to surprise them (add a ‘+’ for the reverse).

🌨️: My muse throws a snowball at your muse (add a ‘+’ for the reverse).

♨️: My muse offers your muse a warm beverage (add ‘+’ for the reverse).

🧤: My muse catches your muse as they’re about to slip on some ice (add ‘+’ for the reverse).

🧣: My muse gives your muse their scarf (add ‘+’ for the reverse).

Sentence prompts:

“It’s colder than a witches tit out here. Should’ve brought a coat.”

“Your face is all red from the cold…”

“Feel how cold my hands are! Feel them.”

“Aren’t you cold in just that? I’m freezing in my coat!”

“Maybe it’s time we head back inside… I think I’m going to catch a cold if we sit out here all night.”

“The snow is so pretty when its freshly fallen. Shame it gets ruined by the time everyone’s trodden in it.”

“It’s a bit nippy. You’re gonna need a scarf, at least.”

“I don’t feel the cold. I just power through it.”

“Maybe we could get some hot chocolate from that cafe, over there?”

“Are you looking forward to the new year?”

“I have a… slush on you. Or does ‘I glove you’ sound better?”

“Quit playing in the snow. We’re not kids.”

“The star’s are so pretty in the winter. I love it when the sky is so clear.”

“You know what? There’s… snow way out of winter… hehe.”

“What if I pelted you with a snowball. Would you cheer up then?”

“I think you need to get some better shoes. You’re gonna slip and slide all over the place in those things, with all the ice around.”

“I can’t stand how dark it gets, so early, this time of year!”

#[ ⋆ ( 💋 ) ] 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 ‚ 𝑏𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 ━━ 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒.

“ When did you stop trusting me? ” / from kelly kellyyy

nikki almost laughed at the question. when did you stop trusting me? as if trust was something that vanished overnight. as if kelly hadn’t noticed the cracks forming long before nikki finally stopped pretending everything was fine. for years, nikki had been the one expected to understand, forgive, and keep the peace. she had smiled through the criticism, swallowed her frustrations, and played the role everyone wanted her to play — the loyal sister, the bigger person, the one who never let things get ugly. but somewhere along the way, she realized something: being the person who always gives doesn’t mean people appreciate you. sometimes, it just means they expect more from you. and that was the part nikki couldn’t forget. she remembered every time she felt overlooked. every time her choices were questioned. every time kelly assumed she knew what was best for nikki. the resentment had been there for a long time — buried under love, loyalty, and years of history. but buried things don’t disappear. they grow.

nikki looked at kelly, no longer trying to soften the truth. for once, she wasn’t going to apologize for feeling hurt. ❝ when did i stop trusting you? honestly, kelly… i think i stopped trusting you when i realized i was always the one fighting for us, and you were always the one deciding when i was worth fighting for. ❞ the words came out calmly, but they carried years of disappointment behind them. nikki watched kelly’s reaction, noticing the shift in her face, but she didn’t back down. for so long, she had softened her words to protect everyone else. this time, she needed to protect herself. ❝ i spent so much time trying to prove that i was there for you, trying to be the sister you needed, but i started wondering who was there for me. and every time i ignored that feeling, every time i told myself it wasn’t a big deal, it just built up. ❞ her gaze dropped for a moment, and she shook her head slightly as if disappointed in herself for ignoring that question for so long. ❝ the truth is, i didn’t lose trust in you because of one mistake. i lost trust because i started seeing a pattern. i started realizing that you loved me, but sometimes you only loved the version of me that made things easier for you. and maybe that sounds harsh. maybe you don’t want to hear it. but i’m done pretending everything is okay just because we’re family. family doesn’t get a free pass to hurt each other. ❞

#[ ⋆ ( ♡ 💋 ) ] 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 ‚ 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 ━━ 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒.#beltalks #i have a lot of EMOTIONS