Feb 16, 2016
can't say it enough, you had my back from day one. you're so cool, you're so cool.
don't think I'd be the person I am. supported my goals and dreams. always kept it true
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can't say it enough, you had my back from day one. you're so cool, you're so cool.
don't think I'd be the person I am. supported my goals and dreams. always kept it true
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//KAAAAAAAAAAAATE. you bby, thank you. <3
Everything changed the past couple of days. The conversations between Stu and April weren’t like they usually were and something just felt off. And that only made him wonder; did he do something wrong? Did something happen that he didn’t know about? It reached it’s boiling point when Stu and April had planned for her to come along to TLC, Raw and Smackdown so that they could head off to visit family for Christmas right after was now cancelled. He had a quick talk with Hunter, telling him that he just couldn’t be here right now and had to go. Before he knew it, Stu was already on a flight from Boston to Chicago. Fast forward a couple of hours and a car ride, he was standing toe to toe with the front door of her home in the Windy City. Stu had a key to her home, but he didn’t want to just barge in, so instead he knocked against the door.
@thelittle-spitfire didn’t like for a starter but she gets one cause bae
“Gonna play a little game now, babe. A guessing game, or riddle. What has two legs, is sexy as hell, and has a husband who already bought her one of many Christmas presents?”
The show ended and Jon had already fled to the hotel room he rented for the night He wasn’t in much of a mood to talk to anyone backstage. Had it not been for his girlfriend, he probably would’ve found himself the nearest bar and drank until he couldn’t remember a thing about this night. He should’ve won the championship, or at least turned heel. Something. But again, another chance to be even bigger than what he already was slipped through his fingers and it wasn’t even his fault. The door was shut behind him before leaning back against it, a grunt beind let out as he dropped his bags to the floor. “Should’ve turned heel. Should’ve been champion. Should’ve been somethin’.” He paused. “Guessin’ I’ll have to settle for some pointless feuds again.”
@thelittle-spitfire
“Okay, I haven’t. But Ninja Turtle masks, are ya bloody serious?”
As he was woken up, eyes fluttering open to a squint because of the sun that peaked in past the curtains to their bedroom, he couldn’t help but notice the two were in the same position they fell asleep in the night prior. One inked arm wrapped around her, her body against his with legs tangled together. Or as they’d call it: their usual choice of sleeping position, one of the few ways Phil could actually get a good night sleep. “Wake up, sleeping beauty.” He mumbled and followed his words with a soft kiss to his wife’s head. “Only is day three of my birth week so don’t think we’re done here quite yet. Got shit to do.” Of course he was teasing, chuckling after.
@thelittle-spitfire
@thelittle-spitfire
Lost in his own thoughts, Jon threw closed, taped fists at the punching bad that hung in front of him. A series of left, throwing in an occasional right to mix things up a little bit. There wasn’t a set rhythm to his training, only whatever he felt like doing at that moment. Whatever got that blood rushing and adrenaline pumping through his veins. Minutes past, not just a few, but a significant amount had gone by. His hair was lightly drizzled with swear that fell onto his forehead also. And he was about to continue when movement caught him, out of the corner of his eye he spotted another person. Not just anyone, but it was April, his girlfriend. “What made you think to look here?” He questioned, lips flashing a slight smile.