#fightingcchance

[valiantbeingsmoved]

( sms ⟶ johnny castle !! ⟶ delivered ) — ‘ should i ask what it is at the moment? ’ ( sms ⟶ johnny castle !! ⟶ delivered ) — ‘ well y’know. who wouldn’t? ’ ( sms ⟶ johnny castle !! ⟶ delivered ) — ‘ it’s fun to see you squirm. ’

*:･ﾟ✧ — @fightingcchance​  //  continued — ✧ !!

[tragicfated-a-blog]

contact ——— ❪ street rat ❫                   1:05 am ⟶ ‘ yes, i’m awake. ’                   1:05 am ⟶ ‘ calm down. i’m here. ’                   1:06 am ⟶ ‘ what’s wrong? ’

❪ ♡ ❫ — @fightingcchance  //  continued — ♡ !!

[soiledoves]

@fightingcchance

        Worrying her bottom lip , Alyssa shifted her weight from one foot to the other as she stood in front of his hotel room door. There had been a show and she hadn’t found much time to speak to Finn during it. Smiling when the door opened , she raised her hands to show off a Lego set she had picked up , shaking it slightly. “ May I come in? “

[riiingsoldiers-blog]

@fightingcchance

“Spill what?” he was flailing already, heart racing a mile a minute with anticipation. August wasn’t entirely sure if he’d been figured out, if his actions were suspicious or stood out enough for someone else to notice. If he couldn’t contain himself, there wasn’t any way that he’d be able to face her from this moment onward. There was only so much a ‘friend’ could accept, she was a friend wasn’t she? Hell, he had no idea at this point, his vision completely rose-tinted, he had warned her. Except they’d both thought it had been a joke, “I have nothing to spill, don’t know what you’re talking about!”

        “Come on, August... you know what I’m talking about.” Imogen stressed, her hands stuffing themselves into her jeans as an over-sized sweater slung on her thin frame. They weren’t training or even in the PC right now, hanging outside of the center being something that was happening more and more now. It was fine, Imogen liked August well enough. In fact, he had become her go-to for training whenever he was around... and maybe had even become her go-to for hanging out too. “You can’t keep it secret from me for long... who have you been training with? Come on! That last time, I swear, you were doing stuff I never seen you do before. You really had me.”

[beavtyandgracearchiveagain]

@fightingcchance #americvnboy / continued from x.

❛ EVERYTHING i do is for you. don’t you dare say that to me --- ❜

[rcbuild]

[continued from here] @fightingcchance

He didn’t do affection, it just wasn’t his thing. It wasn’t that he didn’t care, he just didn’t particularly enjoy the prying eyes and expectations of other people. Behind closed doors he was still reserved, didn’t feel like his actions needed to speak for emotions the whole. Yet there he was, just looming over the bed at whatever ungodly hour it was in the morning, watching Seth sleep. It probably looked a little creepy, despite the fact that he hadn’t meant to stare. He had been heading out for an early morning run but his attention had been somewhat diverted on the way out. It probably wasn’t a good idea to just leave him there with no explanation, but he hadn’t exactly wanted to wake him up after all the exhaustion he’d been put through. Slowly, carefully, Dean leaned down and pressed a soft peck to his forehead with a quiet “Be back soon” leaving his lips.

Knowing that Dean was there had let him drift off to sleep as easily as he hadn´t in a long time. One could have argued that it might have also had to do with the beating he had taken, but he had taken plenty of beatings in the last year and still stayed awake most of the nights. It was still early in the morning when he first awoke, noticing a shift in the mattress. In a heartbeat he was awake, afraid Dean was going to just sneak out and leave him there. It wasn´t like Seth actually thought that the other would do such a thing, but his body didn´t seem to have gotten the memo. When Dean bent down to press a kiss to his forehead, however, he felt a shiver running through his body and his hand immediately reached out, tangling in the other´s shirt. “Where are you going?” he whispered, his voice thick with sleep.

[thecompetitor-aa-blog]

( @fightingcchance )

He fell asleep all the time, all over the place at any time so it wasn’t anything new. What was new that he wasn’t alone, more often that not he’d be perched on a random chair in a random place but now he was on a couch very much with company. Almost immediately he recollected exactly who his company was without much difficulty. Slowly his eyes blinked open, and a smirk crept up his face. Yeah, it was Tyler without a second look. The pair of them were slightly tangled up, at least their legs were. He wasn’t quite sure how they ended up like that. There were arms around his waist and a face mushed into his chest. The only sign it was Tyler, the mess of blond hair sticking out all over the place. Oh he’d be so mad. Dean moved his arm and lightly shook his sleep partner’s shoulder, “Yo, sleeping beauty, time to get up.”

        It wasn’t often Tyler just... slept somewhere. In fact he could be a bit picky about where he decided to nap. It would need to be a place of utmost comfort. The only places this didn’t call for such a standard were planes and that’s just because all of them were uncomfortable but what else was Tyler going to do? Talk to people? If they weren’t Dango or anyone to help their case, then blonde wasn’t interested. But how Tyler had ended up here? Well tired nights and comfortable couches did that to him, but the company? That wasn’t a regular. Waking up to the voice, he whined at first, burying his head deeper and holding tighter just in a protest. “I don’t want to wake up...” Words muffled... and then Tyler realized he was on a person. And judging by who he was near last... oh god. Pushing back suddenly, he looked up. “Dean!” And then he pushed even harder.... up until he was the one who fell off the couch entirely. “Shit!”

[reigningrcman-blog]

{ @fightingcchance​ }  ——  ✦

It was still a little odd — the idea that Finn Balor was his soulmate. The other man had just made his Raw debut ( and beaten Roman, which he was only a little bitter about ), and Roman was still waiting for the moment when everything changed. He’d met his soulmate, after all; the way people acted, it had led Roman to believe that it was something big and momentous and life-altering, but the only thing that had really changed at all had been that Roman now saw in color. Not that he minded  — now that he could see in color, he could really appreciate certain sights that he’d never had much admiration for before, things that were underwhelming in monochrome but almost breathtaking with the full spectrum of hues visible now.

Maybe it was because they’d never really interacted, outside of their meeting and their time in the ring. There’d been something there, at least for Roman, when they’d had their match, a type of spark that made it hard to ignore that Finn really was his other half. Reason why he approached Finn after the show had ended, when his instinct was to isolate himself and sulk and replay the match over to figure out where it’d gone wrong, and offered a friendly nod, though his expression was reserved.  ❝ That was a hell of a match, ❞ he remarked offhandedly, though there was a very pointed way that his eyes locked with Finn’s.