#darlactiico

[silimalosi]

          Walking down the halls of the hotel he’s staying in for a little while, Joe lets out a small frustrated breath, fingers coming up to comb back his hair. His neck is killing him after the workout he did for his rehab, his muscles are sore and he just wants to get to the bed waiting for him in the room he’s assigned to. He just turns the hall to where his room is before he stops suddenly, blinking in surprise at the sight of someone leaning against his door, obviously waiting for him. His heart pounds, his mind wondering who it could be since no one knows he’s here. Stepping closer, he arches his eyebrow at the sight of the other superstar in front of him. “What....are y’doin’ here?” / @strcwberrymoon liked this.

[unfcrtunatescul]

continued from here ||  darlactiico

Slowly but surely, the dirty blond had become friends with more than just the few he worked with closely on the flagship show. He had opened up even more when he’d spent nearly nine months out of work with his injury and the scare of infection had humbled him even more so than before. It was nice to get to know others on a deep, personal basis and Noam was truly a breath of fresh air once the two had really started talking. So much so that he’d been one of the first people that Jon found himself sharing the good news with once he’d found out the exact timing of his long-awaited return. “Yeah, man. I’m so fuckin’ pumped.” Grinning as the smaller male reacted in true Noam fashion, he wasn’t at all caught off guard by the sudden contact. He was, however, stunned by how good the feeling made him light up all over, the flushing of cheeks giving him away entirely. “You gonna watch?” Suddenly, Jon found himself caring if the other would be paying attention to him as if he didn’t already. “It’s gonna be good.” Smirking as the discussed plans that came with the return at the pay-per-view ran through his mind. He didn’t want to get too excited because of the nature of the company when it came to good ideas, but it was definitely worth knowing just how well thought out things had been set aside for him. Finally, a change from the repetitive formula he’d been forced under prior to leaving.

[spctofbother]

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Jingle Bells, Bullet Club smells… 🎵 🎶

Noam laid an egg........

[jessmckay]

What is your most strange habit you have?

I don’t know if it’s strange but whenever I come home and I have change in my purse, I leave it in random places because then when I “find” it, I get excited. 

[empiresled-a]

                         HIS WORDS HIT HER LIKE DAGGERS THROWN HIGH–SPEED, BUT THEY WEREN’T UNDESERVED.      going into whatever she and noam had originally agreed to, that was supposed to be the be all end all for them; nothing more, nothing less. though, unfortunately for saraya, noam felt otherwise. he felt for   her   and that was the biggest mistake he could’ve ever made. her track record was less than stellar with men and women and she never intended to hurt the slightly younger male   (  hence their arrangement  )   but that’s exactly what she did in the process. denial hit her hard at that point, forcing her to believe there was no sort of underlying emotion toward him aside from lust–—–an   enormous   lie. they parted, she knew he still felt the same and she still tried not to. after so long, it was clear the heart wanted what the heart wanted.

                        “   i know you have...   ”      deep chocolate orbs focused themselves on the ground beneath vans clad feet,   desperate   to avoid any and all eye contact. that was another one of her fatal flaws; even when she wanted to admit she was wrong, admit that she felt for someone, her body language told otherwise or clammed up with paralyzing fear.      “   i’ve been trying t’ figure out what th’   bloody hell   i’m goin’ on about these days. i thought tha’ not bein’ wif you or not bein’ wif what you expected outta this would solve everyfin’ and i was wrong. it turns out t’ be impossible t’ run from what you want wifout bein’ miserable–—–no matter   how much   you wanna deny you even want it.   ”

@STRCWBERRYMOON      ⁄      CONTINUED.

[assaultedhearts]

     INTENTLY HIS BROWN EYES SETTLE THEIR FOCUS FROM THE ENTIRETY OF THE HIGH SCHOOL FIELD TO ONE SEGMENT OF THE GRASS IN PARTICULAR, A PATCH WHERE NOAM SCURRIES.  since their little coaching session a few weeks back, joe can’t keep his mind from reeling into the moment where the teenager’s mouth was wrapped so warmly around  — shaking his head, he pulls himself back into the reality of the situation, PRACTICE. ‘ are you shittin’ me ? that’s not how you catch the ball! TWO HANDS ! ’ he’s slightly more tough on noam since the occurrence but he doesn’t want the other boys to realize the newfound favoritism. ‘ catch the ball or you’re on the bench ! ’

@STRCWBERRYMOON // STARTER FROM JOE AS REQUESTED

[fatedfights-blog]

▲ / Noam&Maryse

NOAM & MARYSE.

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@strcwberrymoon // accepting !

[enerhiyis]

🍆 / Noam to Aliyah

          // @strcwberrymoon sent in this meme ( selectively accepting )

          // SMS ; Noaaaaam[ sent ] Well damn, good sir.[ sent ] I hope you’re prepared to do something ‘bout this frustration you got me feelin’[ sent ] Because I ain’t doing this alone, y’know.