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[bestwrestleralivetm]

In all honesty, Max didn't really want to have this talk with Kris. Actually, it was more than that not really wanting to have this talk, he just flat out didn't want to have it at all. Things had been going well- really well, actually, and he'd been happier than he'd been in literal years.

But then, him being him, he'd done it again. It could be broadly defined- running his mouth, picking a fight, generally writing a check to life that his ass couldn't cash. He always did that somehow.

Max didn't think jumping Hangman because his wife was a bitch was that big a deal, but apparently everyone else and their mother disagreed. Honey was mad, which meant that Ricky was probably mad, and now Michael and Anthony were mad. And the cherry on top was some fat clown freak threatening to come after them all.

And he couldn't forget, of course, his entanglement with three women- including his ex girlfriend- that he definitely didn't have any feelings for. Especially not Kris. He'd had everything sorted out between them, they'd talked and decided they were just chilling, just friends, seeing where things were going.

But then his dumb ass had given her a ring without really thinking about it, and she'd said... well, Bowens thought they were something to worry about, and Max trusted his judgment absolutely. He'd talked to Bobby and Bryce and they'd expressed similar- although far more crude- sentiments.

If Max was being honest with himself, he was fully expecting Kris to hate him again by the end of all this.

Despite his misgivings and his natural instinct to just totally avoid this subject and let it turn out however it would, Max found himself waiting for Kris backstage after her match, one sneakered foot flat against the wall, flicking through his phone in a vague attempt to keep his mind busy.

He probably still had time to flee, if he really wanted to.

@aliensdoitbetter

[anxiousmillenialyeehawmanmoved]

Even though he was preparing breakfast, Adam was pretty sure he wouldn't be eating any of it. His stomach had been in a tight knot since he'd woken up; he hadn't gotten much sleep in the first place, and had awoken well before Sasha. He'd taken some time to just take in the sight of her, the dark of her natural hair curling over the smooth tan of her shoulders, how beautiful she looked. Peaceful.

And he was going to ruin it.

Eventually, he'd forced himself up, leaning over to brush her hair away from her face, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. Something in his head told him that this would be the last time he'd see her like this because she was going to leave him, he'd fucked them up before they'd even met and now he had to pay the piper. It was the same ugly whispering that had been present more and more over the past couple years, telling him he was nothing more than a drunk, a loser, that no one loved him.

Doing his best to push those whisperings aside, to ignore them, Adam set about his morning routine- teeth, face, hair. Pearl snap buttoned up, he took one more look at her before heading to the kitchen. He wanted to make her something nice, wanted them to have a good last meal together before it all went to shit because of him.

He'd thought of waiting to tell her, thought it might be too cruel to throw at her in the morning, but he didn't know if he could afford the luxury of time. Like Brandi had said, he should tell her as soon as possible- the last thing either of them needed was her finding out from the dirt sheets.

God, did he need a drink right now.

@iaintyofriend

[queenofgoryselfmutilation]

Everything that had been going on with Adam and Sasha lately had been on Allie's mind- both for the obvious reason of her worrying about her friend, as well as for a less obvious, more personal reason: her own husband's situation- possible situation- with Brandi.

She had tried to ignore it at first, pushing it out of her mind, not allowing her to think about it, but it kept creeping back in no matter her efforts. In particular, she remembered what Braxton had said about wanting to be in the child's life if he was the father, wanting to be responsible... and her response to that.

More and more, she was thinking that maybe she'd been wrong.

Padding down the hall in her bare feet, Toby trailing after her, she found her husband on the couch, phone in hand and Sir Didy curled up at his side. The sight of it made her heart swell up with love- amazing how that could still happen after all these years.

Making her way to the couch, Allie bent to kiss his cheek before sitting down beside him, tucking herself close and leaning her head on his shoulder, just breathing in the familiarity of his scent.

"Do you think... do you think we could talk?" The words were murmured quietly, as though she was afraid to say them any louder, her hand seeking out his free one and squeezing it.

@thebladeofbuffalo

[iamsebstann]

Thursday Nights In || Robstan

Seb: If you would have told him a few months ago, he would be getting ready to have Margot over for the...second? Third? For multiple times in one week -- he probably wouldn't have believed it. He really had thought, after everything, this chapter in his life was done. That all the feelings, good, bad, and anything in between, were out of his system. But here he was, pulling on his plain white t over his form fitting jeans, waiting for her arrival. Hearing the bell, the man smirked as he made his way to the door. Opening it up, he leaned on the door frame, looking down at the blonde. "Acolo e fata mea" he said in a low voice, there's my girl. "Seventeen minutes on the dot. Impressive." he said, smirk on his face, teasing tone in his voice. "You wanna come in, or you just gonna stay on the stoop all night?"

[mzkatiecassidy]

Talks| The Reynolds

Blake: Things had been good since coming back to New York for the holiday's. At the end of the day, Blake couldn't deny that she'd been missing this house. Her kitchen that she'd specially designed for all her baking needs, the master bedroom's cozy atmosphere, lighting a fire in the fireplace as the snow fell, her family being all together. It was heaven. But more importantly, she couldn't deny that she'd been missing Ryan just...being Ryan and being there most of all. He had this way of making her feel things ten times more then any other person ever could, she'd never been able to exactly explain it. But as nice as it was, things weren't normal...even if they felt like things were lately. She knew she was probably to blame for that. Between the holidays and the kids, she'd let herself get wrapped up. Truth was, part of her just wanted to forget /everything/. But she knew it was only a matter of time until her brain would no longer let her do that. Blake was pulled from her thoughts though, when he'd entered the room, "Hey," she said with a smile. She couldn't help it. Even now, even after everything they were in the middle of going through, her stomach still managed to do flips when he entered a room. The blonde had to fight every urge in her body to just curl up next to him and have him hold her. "Um.. I didn't really have a plan when I said we should talk," she said with a slightly embarrassed chuckle when he sat. She was normally the prepared one, but with her mind all over the place, that wasn't true this time. "I know I've been probably giving you whiplash -- especially these last few weeks, and I'm sorry" she told him as she tucked a piece of long blonde hair behind her ear and slightly biting down on her lip. "I don't mean to do that. I don't mean to be sending such mixed signals, I know that's not fair or easy on you...especially with things on social media..."

[minkskellys]

a night out|jinka

Minka: Looking herself over in the mirror, the dark haired woman applied her lip gloss before tossing it in her bag. They were going to be leaving soon, so the pair had decided to have a night out on the town in the City before doing so. Slinging her bag across her body, and placing her hands in the pockets of her high waist slacks, the actress made her way out to find Jake, tossing her hair over her shoulder a she made her way through the apartment. "Hellooooo," she called out "Mr. Gyllenhaal, where are youuu...?"

[katcassidytkc]

talks || katie & chris (8.26)

Katie: Katie wasn't an idiot. She knew something was up. They'd drove to Napa earlier in the day, and had talked about pretty much everything under the sun during the six hour drive it had taken to get here. They'd spent the day doing what the blonde loved to do the most, eat and drink. And she couldn't have imagined spending it with better company. This were easy with Chris. She could be herself with him, something she didn't always find so easily to do, especially with people in their industry. And he seemed to like her, take actual interest in the things she was saying, rather then just the way she looked, which usually she didn't mind. But then again, she hadn't really been in a monogamous relationship in she didn't know how long, so she wasn't even used to noticing things like that -- but with him, she did. They'd just gotten back to their room shortly after dinner when he'd said that they needed to talk. Anyone who was anyone knew that those words were very rarely followed by good news. "Ohhhkay," she'd replied, sitting on the white couch in the room, tucking her feet under her, her long dress spilling over her legs. "Shoot," she said with a shrug, trying to keep her look as neutral as possible.