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so my blog's done. let me know if you want it.

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     "no." he stops, grabbing the others hips and pulling him close to press their foreheads together. “but you can give me a kiss,” a grin splits his features. “gotta congratulate your man properly, right?”

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jon's caught off guard by the actions, his hands gripping broad shoulders to keep himself steadied in the samoan's grasp as he hears the question. "my man, huh?" it sounds like music to his ears, to be honest. his smile widening as he leans in to press his lips to the other man's, not caring about the bloodied mess he's about to dive into.

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boops ur nose

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     he allows himself to be led, though he moves slowly. "nah, not yet. it’ll be a’ight though. no worries. just a little cut and a sore jaw.” the arm around jons shoulders shifts so that his hand can run through the others hair. “you —- alright though?”

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"joe--" he stares at the other, wanting to insist on the doctor checking him out some, but he knows that it would be like talking to a brick wall so he lets it slide. "of course, yeah." other than a few sore spots, jon seemed to be fine. of course, once the adrenaline wore off he'd probably feel worse. "can i at least get you an ice pack?"

[the-mcrmy]

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[bankonitx-deactivated20150308]

Um excuse me sir but you looked too good tonight.                                                                     Got my heart pounding when you came out. Think you did a good job.

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Don't I always look good, though? I'm kiddin'. Don't answer that. Glad ya liked it.

[queensbornandbred-deactivated20]

Final four though. Proud n’ shit.

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Did you enjoy it? I know I did.

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" Who can you count on… " He took a step forward, the smirk never faltering from his lips. " Who can you count on when there’s no one left around you?  They  say  blood  is  thicker than water, Jon. “ Eyes were plastered on his counterpart as he leaned rather close  towards  the  man,  nose barely  brushing  against  the  cheek   of   the other in a sharp movement. " Blood. Bloooooood… " Licking his lips briefly, he  placed  a  hand  on Jon’s chest, gripping his shirt with confidence. 

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At first he's confused, an eyebrow raised as the words are spoken. It's as if Dean's mocking him or something, but then he understands the meaning. Joe must have said something after the show was said and done.. Why else would he look so pleased with himself?

He bows his head, eyes closed as the other man nears him now; taunting him.

"Shut up."

There's anger in the words as he spat out, fists clenching at his sides as the realization of how right Dean is starts to sink in. His chest feels tight; like the world's weight is suddenly on his shoulders.

"He was just--"

No. No more fucking excuses. He huffs out, shaking his head until the hand tugs at his shirt. A hand wraps around the other man's wrist then and he growls.

"Fuck off! Alright?! I get it. You're right."

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     the contact brings out another wince and a low growl. “your superman.” raising his hand, joe takes the others wrist, placing a quick kiss to his palm. the kiss actually left a bit of blood. an inked arm drapes over jons shoulders as he nods in agreement.

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he smiles at the correction, watching as his hand goes up to the samoan's bloodied mouth with his teeth coming down over his bottom lip. without another word, he guides the other down the hallway that's seeming to empty as more time goes by. "you get that shit checked yet?" he's obviously worried about the blood, taking note of the bit that's left on his palm.

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[nowat-nilehorn-deactivated20190]

there are ship partners and then there are ship soulmates who headcanon with you until you run out of things to say about your ship (which is never) and who you can message like “hey do this with me” and they will and who are chill about replies bc lbr your ships aren’t gonna die anytime soon

[vaniwin]

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     "probably couldn’t have done it without you though, baby." the last word slipped, but he wasn’t concerned since no one was close enough to hear. “good thing you were there.” his weight is now leaning on jon, his body becoming too heavy to hold up on his own. “s’gonna be tough at wrestlemania. but…i can do it. as long as you’re with me, i can do anything.” he gives jon a grin, wincing slightly at the pain in his jaw.

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he smiles, the pet name not lost on him, but it doesn't phase him. after all, a future champ should be able to do as he pleases. "yeah, you're lucky i have your back like nobody else. i know." he smirks, doing his best to support the larger man against him. "nah, not tough. not for you. you're superman, remember?" he notices the wince and frowns slightly, reaching up to touch the cut to joe's lip. "how 'bout we get you to a more comfortable place?"

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" Hello, Jonathan. " Approaching the man, his strides were slow, calculated,  yet  slugged,   much   like   Jon. There was a smirk toying at  his  lips,  black taped hands scratching  idly underneath his own chin, a natural habit  they both seemed to share. " I hope you saw the truth out there during the Rumble, or do I have to spell it out for you? ”

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From anger to annoyance, Jon was quickly becoming tired of this game with the other and sighed. He should've known this was coming the second he'd decided to help his former partner in that ring.

"Go ahead, say it. I know you're dyin' to tell me you were right. But see-- You weren't he didn't turn on me, did he? We fought together."

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     the rumble winner makes his way backstage, giving casual fist-bumps to people on the way. but he notices jon, and immediately he thinks 'he didn't turn on me. he had my back.’ so he walks over, slowly of course due to pain and fatigue. but he doesn’t respond to jons words. instead, his arms wrap around the other in a strong hug. “i did it, man. i did it.”

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his concerns are halted as arms are around him, laughing as he's hugged tight. "yeah, you fuckin' did. proud of you, uce. you deserve it." he takes the moment to kiss the other man's forehead before patting his back.

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lunaticmutt Awaiting for Jon near the dark corners of the backstage  area,  Dean’s  lips   curled   to   a sinister smirk, wet blonde tresses  piled  over his face. ” Jooooooonathan… “

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He held his jaw as he walked through the hallway, angry and frustrated. He'd lost, but hey-- at least he had a good round. At least he'd held his own. Even if he'd gotten sidetracked by helping his former partner out. But then that voice sounded. He paused, turning to see him.

"What?"

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     joe makes his way backstage, the blood pouring from his mouth. he’s beaten down and something is bound to be broken. but he did it. he won the royal rumble like he said he would. he was going to ——- wrestlemania ——- to face brock lesnar. he pauses, leaning against the wall and groaning. “fuck-—” thank god for dwayne. it could have been ten-times worse.

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one second he was helping out his brother and the next, he was out. okay, that's fine. no big deal. so he went to the back and waited, his eyes never leaving the screen as he watched the samoan get his ass beat by two big ass fools and then-- before he knew it joe had won. a smile formed on his face, walking around towards the area he knew joe'd come from. he'd noticed the blood out there, but he hadn't seen exactly where it came from so he was a little worried. "hey.. you okay?"