#kngdrip

[mamisms]

She's leaning against a production crate when @kngdrip comes through the curtain. The moment she sees him, a slow grin spreads across her face; wide, unapologetic, a little too pleased with what she just witnessed. "Well, look who decided to remind everyone he’s still alive," she drawls, pushing herself upright. Her eyes flick toward the arena like she can still hear the echo of Heyman hitting the mat. " I gotta admit… watching you curb stomp Heyman like that? Might’ve been the highlight of my night."

She steps a little closer, crossing her arms but clearly not putting much effort into hiding the excitement written all over her. "So what’s the verdict, then?" Rhea asks, tilting her head as she studies him like she’s assessing the damage herself. "How’s it feel being cleared and back where you belong? Shoulder holding up alright?" Her voice carries that casual edge she uses when she’s pretending she isn’t paying very close attention.

Her gaze drifts over him again, slower this time, and the smirk that follows is impossible to miss. "Because I’m not gonna lie, Rollins…" she says, lowering her voice just a touch." You looked g o o d out there. Real good. Like you never missed a step." There’s a spark in her eyes that has nothing to do with the match and everything to do with the energy still crackling between them.

Rhea leans back against the crate again, arms unfolding as if she’s decided not to bother pretending there’s distance between them. "The whole arena felt it when you came back," she adds quietly, eyes still locked on his. "That kind of return? That’s the kind people talk about for a long time." A beat passes before her smirk returns, sharp and knowing. "Guess the real question now is… what are you planning to do with all that momentum, huh?"

[br4wl]

“   can   you   hold   still   ?   “   he   raises   his   head   from   where   it   rests   on   seth’s   stomach.   no   annoyance   in   his   voice   when   his   hand   finds   a   meaty   thigh   to   squeeze   it,   hold   it   in   place.   “   bout   to   get   a   concussion   down   here.   “    @kngdrip

[hitcritical]

@kngdrip ❛ i know i'm the last person you probably want to see, but... ❜

Gaze  once  kind  turns  harsh     ⎯⎯⎯     the  rage  is  still  as  reigning  as  it's  ever  been  in  the  storm  of  his  body.  Lightning  collects  in  the  palm  of  his  hands,  it  drips  down  through  his  veins  thick  and  wretched  until  it  collects  in  the  tip  of  flexing  fingers.  He's  too  far  removed  from  the  gullible  believer  he  once  was,  not  so  far  that  he  can  no  longer  see  the  remnants  of  it  dancing  around  Seth  all  the  same.  Reflection  shows  a  beast,  flickers  back  into  the  shape  of  a  man  in  the  following  heartbeat.  ❝Beat  it  -❞

Beat  it  before  I  beat  you.  Beat  it  before  the  spark  finds  the  fuse  finds  the  powderkeg.

Roman  doesn't  need  him.  Doesn't  need  everything  that  lies  between  the  then  and  the  now.  The  now  is  better  anyway     ;    the  now  doesn't  have  Seth.  Eyes  are  still  cold,  even  now,  even  in  the  now  the  gaping  wound  of  friendship-turned-knife  still  festers.  Tension  collects  in  his  jaw,  swirls  around  his  twitching  nose  and  raised  eyebrow.  ❝-  I  don't  give  a  fuck  about  what  you  want  to  ask  or  say.❞  And  maybe  that's  just  the  bastard  in  me  !

Still,  he  does  not  move,  makes  no  genuine  effort  to  walk  away,  to  remove  himself  from  the  conversation.  That,  too,  in  itself  is  a  warped  fucked  up  confession.

[br4wl]

@kngdrip    generated    a    number    for    a    kiss    🎲    and    drew    7    for    a    romantic    kiss

the    setting    is    …    something.    something    that    moxley    would    never    choose    if    it    was    his    wedding.    not    that    he    had    thought    much    about    it    what    a    moxley    wedding    would    look    like    but    this    ?    the    all    white,    beige    and    red    decor,    the    golden    candle    holders,    her    puffy    dress,    his    lame    ass    james    bond    suit⸺    fuck,    not    that    he    would    talk    shit    about    seth’s    brother    but    all    of    this    ?    nah.    he    sits    through    it    though.    no    complains.    no    inappropriate    comments.    even    put    on    the    two    piece    his    guy    picked    for    him    (    a    lot    more    lowkey    than    the    look    seth    chose    for    himself    anyway    so    what    would    he    really    complain    about    at    this    point    …    )    ⸺    it’s    family    after    all.    seth’s    family.    no    matter    how    thin    those    threads    connecting    them    are.    

he    promised    to    the    groom    he    wouldn’t    step    a    foot    on    the    dance    floor⸺    wouldn’t    want    to    steal    his    wife,    huh    ?    when    in    truth    mox’    hips    are    stiff    and    he’s    got    two    left    feet    on    himself.    promised    and    …    broke    the    promise    as    soon    as    seth    had    pleaded    for    a    dance.    just    one.    fine.    holds    him    to    his    chest    but    lets    him    set    the    pace    and    rhythm    anyway.     ocean    eyes    close    to    chocolate    ones⸺    their    hearts    beating    in    sync    no    matter    what    the    fuck    the    rollins    family    thought    of    them.    he    thinks    about    it    for    a    fleeting    moment.    about    all    the    times    they’d    fought    and    made    up.    all    the    times    they’d    ignored    each    other    and    fucked    over    it.    all    the    times    he’d    looked    at    seth    and    swallowed    the    words    from    the    tip    of    his    tongue    to    spare    himself    the    humiliation    of    rejection.    

moxley    isn’t    worried    about    rejection    now.    isn’t    worried    when    he    leans    over    to    place    a    kiss    against    soft    lips.    it’s    brief    but    not    any    less    honest.     “    i    love    ya.    “    mumbled    before    forehead    falls    against    forehead    and    eyes    shut    for    a    moment.    “    but    if    we    ever    do    the    things    with    the    rings    …     no    puffy    dress    and    no    red    roses,    yeah    ?    “    small    smirk    on    his    lips,    barely    able    to    accept    the    tension    of    romance.    

[sickfcks]

“ can you not hold this over my head? ” it's from seff to roman i'm not sorry.

they    are    better    now.    roman    and    seth    are    better    at    it    these    days.    at    talking.    at    communicating.    or    at    least    he    is.    seth    had    bared    his    heart    to    him    in    honesty    that    day    on    the    porch    in    davenport    …    roman    had    been    quiet.    for    a    while    at    least.    had    spoken    but    never    said    what    needed    to    be    said.    but⸺    they    are    better    at    it    now.    he    is    better    at    it    now.    crap,    he    wants    to    be    better    at    it,    even    better    than    he    is    now.    and    he    wants    to    trust    again.    wants    seth    to    feel    at    home    in    his    chest    …    right    there    next    to    his    beating    heart.    but    fuck,    the    guy    always    finds    a    way    to    make    his    walls    rise    and    his    chest    to    feel    tighter.

“    you    were    texting    dean ...    jon.    “    roman’s    eyes    are    wide.    he    is    agitated    where    he    is    quiet    most    of    the    time.    is    annoyed    where    he    is    calm    usually.    he    is    not    quiet    and    he    is    not    calm    when    he    feels    betrayed    all    over    again.    feels    like    the    two    of    them    went    behind    his    back.    feels    like    months    and    months    of    not    talking    to    moxley    but    moxley    and    seth    clearly    still    keeping    contact    …     it    is    proof.    it    is    the    proof    that    they    don’t    need    him.    never    have.    and    perhaps,    to    him,    proof    that    all    the    work    he    put    into    forgiving    seth    …    it    is    meaningless,    maybe.    

“    how    long,    hm    ?    how    much    longer    were    you    gonna    keep    it    from    me    ?    got    me    out    here    tryna    mend    the    shit    you    broke    and    you    do    that.    “    he    brings    a    hand    up    to    his    face,    palm    running    over    his    bearded    chin⸺    should    regain    his    cool,    should    take    a    few    deep    breaths    and    walk    off.    maybe    he    will.    but    first    ;        if    seth    hurts    him,    he’ll    hurt    him    back    more.    “    you    still    love    him.    all    this    bullshit    about    seeking    my    forgiveness    …    nah.    you    just    came    here    for    your    conscience    and    first    chance    you    get    you’ll    run    out    to    find    ambrose.    moxley.    “    dumb⸺    but    to    him    the    little    guy    would    always    be    that.    and    seth    ?    maybe    seth    would    always    be    a    rat.     @kngdrip

[br4wl]

[muffle] : sender puts their hand over receiver's mouth to keep them quiet. +reverse from seff because he's never shut up a day in his life. xo

“    you’re    gonna    get    your    chickens    all    worked    up.    “    moxley    mumbles    into    fussy    dark    hair    where    it    came    loose    from    seth’s    bun.    the    pace    is    slow.    relaxed.    sleep    still    blurring    half    his    vision,    scent    of    freshly    brewed    coffee    and    toast    fill    the    kitchen.    in    and    out    ...    in    and    out⸺    seth    bent    over    the    counter    with    both    their    gazes    directed    through    the    window    to    his    backyard.    palm    finds    his    mouth,    sealing    it    where    it    stands    open    slightly    to    add    moaning    and    rambling    to    the    morning    atmosphere    of    seth’s    kitchen.    “    wouldn’t    want    them    to    stop    laying    eggs    outta    stress,    huh    ?    “    amusement    in    his    voice    followed    by    a    groan    vibrating    at    the    back    of    his    throat,    the    relaxed    rhythm    of    morning    sex    finally    causing    him    to    close    his    eyes    momentarily.     @kngdrip

[mamisms]

@kngdrip

knuckles grown pressurized white, tension building higher and higher with each passing second, and for the briefest of moments there's the inkling to DECK him. of course it wouldn't look favorably if upon her return she's already fined for assaulting another star, now would it? aggravation instead slips into a typical cocky nature, smirk catching painted lips as they twist further. "even a gentlemans agreement couldn't get you a win, could it?"

azure practically shines in the lights catching them in the empty hallway, sounds of hustle and bustle so distant now, just a gentle hum in her ears. "don't care what priest says, there's no way you're getting that title off him at summer slam." gaze dips then from his face to roam over his stature, ignoring the blatantly FLASHY attire in favor of focusing upon his lower leg. "too bad roman didn't take you out longer."

[br4wl]

his   eyes   are   hidden   behind   sunglasses   for   a   reason   ⸺   hidden   because   when   eyes   wander   up   and   down   long   legs   in   skinny   black   jeans   and   when   they   find   a   flat   stomach   and   eventually   soft   brown   eyes   . . .   mm.   he’s   glad   tyler   can’t   see   just   how   much   time   he   takes   to   get   a   good   look   at   him.   he’s   cute.   real   cute   . . .   but   moxley   had   known   that   before,   had   done   the   unthinkable   over   it ;   had   used   social   media   even   though⸺   shit,   he   hates   social   media.   but   he   doesn’t   hate   tyler   black.   he   doesn’t   hate   the   way   that   guy   bends   and   breaks   under   the   hands   of   other   men   and   the   temptation   of   bending   and   breaking   him   with   his   own   hands   had   been   . . .   big   enough.   eventually.   

“   ty,   huh   ?   “   spoken   as   if   he   doesn’t   know.   as   if   he   hadn’t   been   waiting   for   him   and   him   alone.   “   good   seeing   you.   “   moxley   says.   is   bold   perhaps.   bold,   when   he   enters   the   guy’s   personal   space.   it’s   just   an   embrace   at   first.   it’s   just   an   embrace   until   a   bearded   face   finds   younger   features   and   lips   meet   lips   in   a   kiss.   just   a   peck.   warm   up   . . .   he   thinks.   “   thanks   for   coming.   “   dirty   blond   mumbles,   a   hand   at   the   back   of   tyler’s   neck.   “   been   thinking   bout   those   lips   for   a   while   now.   “               @kngdrip