#maliceiintent

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contact id »» tommaso.

— — ❛ Ew, you’re so annoying. ❜ — — ❛ That second rate squad outsold and outlasted DIY. ❜ — — ❛ Goldy won’t be there forever. I’m going to laugh in your face when you lose him, her. It. Whatever it is.. ❜

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“I’ve never felt alone since you came into my life.” - Tommaso (survivaliists) to Becky

 they  called  him  the  black  heart.  all  because  he  was  in  it  for  himself  –  but  who  in  this  world  wasn’t?  who  could  call  themselves  TRULY  selfless?  becky  didn’t  fault  tommaso  for  his  actions.  not  when  it  had  gotten  him  this  far.  not  when  he  was  standing  by  what  he  believed.  much  like  herself,  he  hadn’t  gotten  a  fraction  of  the  recognition  he  deserved  until  he  SNAPPED.  and  if  that’s  what  it  took  so  be  it.

 they  were  cut  from  the  same  cloth  and  that  brought  a  comfort  she  hadn’t  felt  in  a  while.  she  used  to  feel  it  with  the  horsewomen  in  nxt,  even  when  they  were  at  each  other’s  throats.  they  were  in  it  together.  they  all  wanted  the  same  thing,  fighting  toward  the  same  goal.  it  brought  a  CONNECTION.  but  they’d  drifted  apart  and  she’d  be  stuck  in  place…lost…until  she  accepted  her  new  role  as  a  dominate  force  in  the  wwe.  there  she  found  that  same  cloth.  just  as  ripped  and  torn  as  her  but  still  WORTHY.  the  truth  in  his  words  resonated  with  her.  they  weren’t  alone.  they  didn’t  have  to  be  anymore.  someone  understood.

 her  hand  gripped  the  back  of  his  neck  and  her  forehead  pressed  soft  against  his  own.  for  a  moment  they  just  breathed  soft,  warm  breath  mingling,  before  she  spoke.  “ it’s  because  ye’re  not…ya  never  hafta  be.  anyone  t'at  says  otherwise’ll  have  me  ta  deal  wit’…promise. ”

@survivaliists / accepting !

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❛ fuck , fuck , fuck —— ! ❜ Tommaso to Becky for our AU idea thingy

 " is  all  t'at  yellin’  actually  helpin’  or  are  ya  just  intent  on  givin’  me  a  splittin’  headache? “  becky  asked  from  where  she  was  sat  on  an  electric  crate.  everyone  else  had  cleared  from  the  area,  ciampa  clearly  making  it  HIS  territory,  but  she’d  lagged  back  as  she  always  did  with  him.  not  bothering  to  look  up  from  taping  her  hands  when  he’d  started  his  shouting.  their  eyes  locked  when  she  did  spare  him  a  glance  &  she  held  it  strong.  tommaso  was  cold  &  hard,  ice  in  his  veins…still  becky  had  learned  over  the  past  year  that  actions  like  that  were  what  got  you  places  in  this  business  –  or  it  got  you  sent  back  to  the  c-list.  ” either  way,  what  i  see  is  a  man  who’s  mournin’  a  title  he’s  still  got  'round  his  shoulder  when  he  should  be  plannin’  an  attack…unless  ya  just  plan  to  lay  that  pretty  belt  down  in  the  center  o’  the  ring  at  war  games. “

@strcngofheart | meme / accepting !