#stitchesxbitches

[samoan-sass-blog]

@praeliiatorr // cont. from ( x )

[ text - unsent ] oh my god [ text ] those weren’t meant for you [ text - unsent ] i didn’t realize you knew so much about balls [ text ] i can’t tell if you’re joking or not [ text ] i’m so sorry

[0940618-blog]

he’s surrounded by a cloud of smoke. the nicotine in the air being enough to prompt passersby to cough in disarray, seeking out the source behind it before getting a good glimpse at who the perpetrator was and quickly withdrawing from the situation. he’d earned scornful glances and disapproving stares, but none had the balls to move him. of course, he had the advantage of being friendly with some of the biggest names underneath the roof of the arena. naturally, it was no shock that he hadn’t been escorted out of the building. clayton hears the approaching footsteps behind him and immediately assumes whose company he’s suddenly in and much to his own surprise, gets the last person he was expecting.   ‘ ‘bout damn time ya got her-- oh, it’s you. workin’ the early shift again or somethin’?  ’    /   @praeliiatorr  (  for  angelica  !  )

[mendsthings-blog]

✆ [ for Angelica pls. Grumpy Doctor Lady needs some Sunshine in her life ]

pick a text, any text.   (accepting).send “✆” for a MORNING text or starter.               @praeliiatorr​​ !

(   txt:  sent → Angelica.   )  I know this number is probably meant for ring-related emergencies only but(   txt:  sent → Angelica.   )  I’m gonna take a leap of faith and ask if you want to grab some breakfast?(   txt:  sent → Angelica.   )  You’re better company than most of the roster as of late so…(   txt:  sent → Angelica.   )  My shout? x

[crownedpriince]

              It didn’t hurt. Compared to his pride, nothing else managed to get though. No sting in his knee or bumps to the head. No sharp words to match the harsh realization that, after seven months, he was no closer to having what was rightfully his than he’d been last November. Sent to the med bay, sourness on his tongue, the underlings did what they’d been instructed to do up until the pad was off his knee and his boot dropped to the floor. Despite his best efforts to have Angelica stricken from his files, wiped out like he’d been wiping her out of his life for the past week, she remained at the top of his charts. Letters thick and dark like the coil of a slow-building rage in his gut. Until his knee was truly one-hundred percent, it was something he’d told himself to get used to. 

“Will you hurry up and get this over with? I have places to BE.” No he didn’t. The only place waiting for Seth was a stuffy hotel room on the second floor of a mediocre Holiday Inn. No grand suit... no limo... no —— “C’MAHHN!!”

              @praeliiatorr​ / #stitchesxbitches    —    ( sc )

[crownedpriince]

[Unknown Number] I hope you get what you want tonight. I hope it makes you happy. Good luck. [ stitchesxbitches ]

JUNE 19TH, 2016.// SUNDAY,  9:52AM   →   contact:  unknown number.            📨 sent. Who is this?            📨 sent. I appreciate the vote of confidence but this is a private number.

[crownedpriince]

           The radio silence might have been his idea, electing to forego any chance of distraction leading up to the moment... but that didn’t alter the eagerness in his belly. That swaddled and cherished thing, twisted up in all of its anticipation as the corner to the medbay was rounded, a stagehand shoved aside, and that doorway crossed in half the number of steps deemed otherwise necessary. A hustle no one else’d have understood, door slammed with emphasis behind him—Two weeks hadn’t felt so long before.

“HEY!!” No bite, adrenaline thick, sweat at the nape of his neck betrayed his excitement from the evening, everything panning out around him. Well... almost everything. Stephanie hadn’t offered the reception he’d been looking for, but that was why he’d made way there, instead. To Angelica, looking every bit as exhausted as she always did. More so, really, considering he’d not been the one to elicit that frustration. Another time, another night, he’d have bothered in asking over the state of her. But... this was HIS night. She knew it. She’d planned for it. A night spent lounging languid in his bed—no one would’ve been any more the ready to celebrate with him.

He chose, then, to ignore the knowledge that no one else would celebrate period. No one else had anything save contempt in seeing him.

Arms stretched wide, a familiar motion, done for the second time that evening, refusing to stop for anything, any resistance included if it were there. Coiling tight, squeezing hard, pulled in snug against him because... Because this was where they were, he’d decided. Where they’d ended up when all was said and done. Nothing so official they need worry over questions, but not so much that hands had any intention of being kept at his sides.

“You see that? I had them eating out of the palm of my freaking hand!!” That he’d used that same hand to slap the lot of them across the face was for his own benefit.

           @stitchesxbitches asked for this shit !!

[crownedpriince]

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She wanted to be annoyed. Wanted to tear her hands away from his hips like they’d burned her. Like his mere presence was an inferno. But that was exactly what he felt like these days. Getting harder and harder to be around him and just concentrate on her job. Finding herself giving little glances his way and her touches lingered a little longer than they should have done.

It was getting harder to ignore the attraction Angelica had to her patient. It was unprofessional, but more than that… It was embarrassing. This was Seth Rollins and here she was blushing like a school girl and holding onto his hips. Chin raised and looking up at him as if she was expecting a kiss. Licking her lips as she considered her options.

“But unlike evvvverybody else, you want a piece of me too.”

A slight smirk as she leaned in closer. Going up onto her tip toes so that her lips were barely an inch from his own. Thumbs slipping beneath his t-shirt to rub small circles against his skin. Chest pressed against his and so so close and god he smelled good.

And then…

She stepped back.

“You’re lucky. And you know it, Champ.”

Angelica made it too easy, face lighting up and that look in her eyes familiar enough to know she was verged on something unsavory. Words or actions, a few months ago, there’d have been no hesitation on her part. But now—...?

She had a point. Or... she had enough of one to encourage his shrug, his larger hands placed atop hers to remind himself they were there before the line of his grin broadened ever further. It’d been a long time coming, this. Long enough to know that he wouldn’t be the chicken in their little game, having half a mind to say to hell with his leg and heft her up then and there. Make more use out of the kitchen counter than that emptied fruit bowl was doing, that was for damn sure. But soon as she was there, so damn close he’d be smelling that perfume the rest of the day, Angelica was falling back, features mirroring his in his success.

“Tease...” he chided, Seth careful of how the grips had been found over her wrists to refuse the departure she wanted... tight enough he could pull her back if the moment seemed...right. Not that it’d ever been right between them of late. Just less wrong. A bigger picture being chipped away at.

“You’re lucky too, you know... lucky I’m a gentleman.” ...sort of.

[crownedpriince]

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Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted || egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed YET