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@wa7chme
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, let me welcome you to LIV MORGAN'S REVENGE TOUR, managed BY PEARL ﹙ SHE/HER, +21, GMT -4 ﹚ just # WA7CHME.
this is an INDEPENDENT and HEAVILY SELECTIVE blog, KAYFABE AND HEADCANON INFLUENCED. WARNING: THIS BLOG WILL INCLUDE MATURE CONTENT. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. rules below
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Put a ♪ in my ask box and I'll put my playlist on shuffle and make you a starter based on the next song that plays
[ 📲 message sent: ] i see you like tequila ... does that mean you'll give me a shot? / livvvvvvvvvvvv hehhehhhe
CONTACT — LIVVY 🩷
TXT : i enjoy whiskey more but i like...
TXT : oh, you clever little devil
TXT : is this your way of asking me on a date??
[ SMS / CONTACT: loser becky / SENT ]: i can neither confirm nor deny that. [ SMS / CONTACT: loser becky / SENT ]: but if the shoe fits… wear it. 😉 [ SMS / CONTACT: loser becky / SENT ]: if i say yes, are you gonna make me repeat myself? [ SMS / CONTACT: loser becky / SENT ]: because i can be persistent…and i look really good getting my way. 💋
🎤wrong blog but livvvvseth pls
send a 🎤 & i'll shuffle my music & use the lyrics to write a starter Issues - The Worst of Them
"Funny how every time you push me away. You turn around and you beg me to stay. Cut down by the things you say. It's the beating of a broken drum."
liv's jaw tensed, though she refused to let the hurt show for long. seth always had a way of turning old wounds into fresh ones, dressing them up as truth until even she questioned her own heart. part of her wanted to laugh in his face, to tell him he had no right to speak about broken things when he'd left cracks in her that never fully healed. the other part — the quieter, more dangerous part — still remembered every promise, every stolen moment that made walking away feel impossible. that was the tragedy of them. love had never been the problem. it was pride. timing. the relentless need to wound each other before either of them could be wounded first. they loved with clenched fists instead of open hands, and every reunion became another battlefield where neither of them truly won.
liv let out a bitter, almost disbelieving laugh before meeting his eyes. ❝ that's funny, seth. you talk about me pushing you away like you weren't already halfway out the door every single time i did. you make it sound so simple — like i begged because i couldn't live without you. no... i begged because i believed there was still something worth saving. ❞ her expression softened for only a heartbeat before hardening again. ❝ you call it the beating of a broken drum. maybe you're right. maybe we have been marching to the same broken rhythm for years. i push. you pull away. i chase. you come back. then we tear each other apart all over again. ❞ she shook her head, her voice quieter now, stripped of its anger. ❝ but don't stand there pretending you're innocent. every time i tried to let you go, you found your way back into my life. every time i convinced myself i was finally over you, you looked at me like i was still your home. ❞ a sad smile ghosted across her lips. ❝ so tell me, seth... which one of us is really begging the other to stay? because from where I'm standing, neither of us ever learned how to say goodbye. ❞ the silence between them felt heavier than any argument. that was the cruel irony of loving each other — they had become experts at breaking hearts, yet neither of them had ever managed to break the bond that kept pulling them back together.
CONTACT: LIV. [message - delivered]: funny. I could say the same thing to you. [message - delivered]: you're welcome. I do miss you. Can't say the same for the company you keep.
[ SMS / CONTACT: dead weight / SENT ]: wait… is this jealousy i’m hearing? [ SMS / CONTACT: dead weight / SENT ]: you don’t hate the company i keep. you hate that someone else gets to stand next to me and you don’t. [ SMS / CONTACT: dead weight / SENT ]: careful though. if you keep talking like that, people might start thinking you wish you were in dom’s place. [ SMS / CONTACT: dead weight / SENT ]: and honestly? i’m not sure your ego could handle it. [ SMS / CONTACT: dead weight / SENT ]: but don’t worry. i’ll let you keep pretending you don’t care. you’re very good at that.
liv morgan hated that she still noticed him. after everything that happened, after the choices they made and the line they crossed, she should have been able to look at finn bálor and feel nothing. that would have been easier. she wanted to be angry. she wanted the resentment to come naturally. she wanted to convince herself that he was just another person standing in her way, another person she had no reason to care about. but finn had never been just another person. that was the problem. liv hated how much history sat between them. how many moments she replayed when she was alone. how easily she remembered the arguments, the tension, the way he challenged her without ever letting her hide behind the confidence she showed everyone else. she hated that she understood him. she hated that part of her still wanted him to understand her. the betrayal should have erased everything. instead, it only made the feelings she refused to admit harder to ignore.
liv stood there, looking at @chvmpiionsx, and reminded herself that she was supposed to be cold. she was supposed to be unaffected. she was supposed to be the person who walked away without looking back. but finn was the one person who made that impossible. ❝ you know what’s funny? ❞ liv let out a quiet laugh, though there was no real humor behind it. ❝ i spent so much time convincing myself that i didn’t care what you thought. ❞ she looked away briefly before forcing herself to meet his eyes again. ❝ and yet here i am. ❞ her jaw tightened. ❝ still trying to explain myself to you. ❞ she hated that she was doing it. hated that she felt the need to make him understand. because liv morgan didn’t explain herself. she didn’t apologize. she didn’t let people see the parts of her that hurt. but with finn, she always seemed to break her own rules. ❝ you really know how to make things complicated. ❞ a small, frustrated smile appeared on her face. ❝ that’s what i hate about you. ❞ she paused. not because she didn’t know what she wanted to say. because she knew exactly what she wanted to say. ❝ i hate that you make me think. ❞ her voice lowered. ❝ i hate that i can’t just be angry at you. ❞ liv swallowed, annoyed by her own honesty. ❝ because being angry would be easier. ❞ she stepped closer, her expression becoming more serious. ❝ i could tell myself that you’re just arrogant. that you’re impossible. that you’re the reason everything went wrong. ❞ a pause. ❝ but i know that’s not the whole truth. ❞ liv looked away, refusing to let herself become too vulnerable. ❝ that’s the part that bothers me. ❞ she took a breath. ❝ because no matter how much i try to hate you… ” her voice softened. ❝ i don’t. ❞ the admission hung between them. and for once, liv didn’t cover it with a joke or a smirk. she just stood there, letting the truth exist for a moment. ❝ don’t think this changes anything. ❞ her confidence returned, but only slightly. ❝ i’m still going to fight you. i’m still going to challenge you. i’m still going to make your life difficult. ❞ a small smile crossed her face. ❝ because that’s who i am. ❞ she looked at him one last time. ❝ but maybe that’s also why i can’t completely walk away. ❞ liv hated admitting that. but she hated pretending even more.
ship aesthetic: 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓫𝔂 𝓭𝓸𝓵𝓵 & 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓫𝓸𝔂
❝ everytime she touches him, her s k i n burns, but she didn’t mind, as the pain felt like 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 and the scars looked like a M A S T E R P I E C E . ❞
@chvmpiionsx
@chvmpiionsx
@wa7chme , little bit of livbecks for youuuu
of course, she's signing autographs as she makes her way through the airport. becky's practically worshipped in the place she'd called home for over a decade! the most loveable heel in the history of the bullet club. and of course, she's dripping in all her gold as she finds the terminal her girlfriend is sure to be at.
" arigatō gozaimasu, " she nods to the young fan who declared her adoration. japanese sounds so incredibly unique, peculiar from her irish accent. familiar flurry of platinum blonde catches attention through hazel periphery. " oi, well, aren't ye' a sight f'r sore eyes, sweetheart! "
the airport was already insufferable before she showed up. liv had been minding her business — well, as much as liv morgan ever minded her business — when the terminal suddenly erupted into a chorus of gasps, phones, and "becky! becky!" like clockwork. naturally. because apparently one little redhead couldn't step foot in japan without causing nationwide hysteria. gross. ...okay, maybe a little deserved. still, she wasn't about to give becky the satisfaction of looking too excited. the smirk curling at the corner of liv's lips stayed carefully rehearsed, all attitude and expensive taste. if becky wanted a warm welcome, she'd have to earn it. liv slid her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose, blue eyes dragging lazily over the gold draped across becky's shoulder before settling on the woman herself. ❝ god... ❞ she sighed dramatically, folding her arms across her chest. ❝ i leave you alone for five minutes and your ego grows another championship. ❞ a beat. ❝ ...you know, i could hear the crowd screaming your name from three terminals away. i almost turned around. ❞ the corner of her mouth twitched into a knowing grin. ❝ almost. ❞
she took a slow step closer, gaze never leaving becky's. ❝ you done making all your adoring fans cry, or do i need to take a number? ❞ liv tipped her head, feigning genuine curiosity before rolling her eyes. ❝ because i'd hate to interrupt the becky lynch world tour. ❞ her expression softened for exactly half a second — barely noticeable — before the diva facade snapped right back into place. ❝ come on. ❞ she reached for the handle of becky's suitcase instead of her hand. ❝ try not to get recognized every six feet on the way out. i'd actually like to leave today. ❞
contact: liv (msg --- delivered): come on. I was only fucking around with you. that's how it goes doesn't it? (msg --- delivered): but seriously. jokes aside, I do care about you liv. you mean a lot to me and I enjoy spending time with you. i would never do anything to intentionally hurt you. (msg --- delivered): when i'm with you it's carefree and makes me forget about whatever problems i'm dealing with. (msg --- delivered): you're a catch, and beautiful, and everything I could ever want. you're selling yourself short if you don't see how fucking amazing you are. (msg --- delivered): you're more than enough and you matter. I don't know what I can do or say to make you see that for yourself.
[ SMS / CONTACT: my biggest fan / SENT ]: you keep talking like it's so easy. like i can just wake up tomorrow, look in the mirror and magically see what you see. [ SMS / CONTACT: my biggest fan / SENT ]: i can't. [ SMS / CONTACT: my biggest fan / SENT ]: and that's the part that's driving me insane. because i believe you. that's the worst part of all this. i believe every stupid word you just said, and i hate that you make me want to. [ SMS / CONTACT: my biggest fan / SENT ]: you have no idea what that does to someone who's spent so long making sure nobody ever got close enough to matter. you keep telling me i'm beautiful, i'm enough, i matter…and i'm over here wondering when you're gonna realize i'm way more complicated than whatever perfect version you've built in your head. [ SMS / CONTACT: my biggest fan / SENT ]: because i'm messy, seth. i overthink everything. i push people away before they get the chance to leave. [ SMS / CONTACT: my biggest fan / SENT ]: you keep looking at me like i'm someone worth holding onto. and i'm terrified one day you'll wake up and stop looking at me like that. [ SMS / CONTACT: my biggest fan / SENT ]: you said you don't know what you can do or say. i do. there's one thing that i want to ask you. do you love me, seth?
CONTACT — LIVVY 🩷
TXT : aye, you're not wrong. and sooome, like yours truly, well, we have it all. 😉
TXT : don't pretend like you don't love every last second of it, babes.
TXT : ohhhhhh, look who has jokes!! that's gas, really, sweet cheeks. it might need a flight of its own, though, i'll bet 🤔
TXT : prepare to be offended...
TXT : here's from my appearance at osaka jo hall last night...
TXT : image attached.
TXT : image attached.
TXT : do we need to revisit the screenshot conversation, love? sounds like we do... but, i'll admit. i missed you, too.
TXT : i'd expect nothing less, darling.
[ SMS / CONTACT: loser becky / SENT ]: ohhh, so now we’re admitting you know you have it all? look at you being humble for approximately three seconds. i’m shocked. should i mark the date? 😂 [ SMS / CONTACT: loser becky / SENT ]: and don’t get too comfortable, babes. i absolutely love giving you a hard time. it’s one of my favorite hobbies right behind stealing your hoodies and pretending i don’t miss you. [ SMS / CONTACT: loser becky / SENT ]: also, excuse me??? “prepare to be offended” is such a dramatic warning. you really do think you’re the main character everywhere you go, don’t you? 🤭 [ SMS / CONTACT: loser becky / SENT ]: fine. i saw the pictures. i’ll admit it. you look annoyingly good. happy now? are you going to frame this message and stare at it forever? [ SMS / CONTACT: loser becky / SENT ]: because i swear if you screenshot me admitting that, i’m deleting your favorite hoodie from my custody forever. [ SMS / CONTACT: loser becky / SENT ]: also… you admitted you missed me. i have evidence now. finally. after all that pretending you’re too cool for me. [ SMS / CONTACT: loser becky / SENT ]: hurry up and get here already. i need my hug, i need my hoodie theft, and i need to personally remind you that no amount of muscles can save you from my bullying. 😘
CONTACT — LIVVY 🩷
TXT : terrifying ... but earned.
TXT : if i had zero self-control i would have dragged your arse over the barricade, taken you into the ring and had my way with ya in front of the whole arena and not given a shite about it, love.
TXT : mm-hmm, like anyone would believe i, the busiest, greatest female wrestler of all time and it's not just me saying it has time to edit anything. come off it, lass.
TXT : becky delivery, oh gosh. you're too much. i like you langered, babe
TXT : i'm close, don't fret.
TXT : i love the visual i'm getting, my favorite goblin
TXT : you do understand i'm only still texting bc you are, yeah? 🤣
TXT : cuddling will be very soon, promise.
[ SMS / CONTACT: loser becky / SENT ]: oh wow. look at you talking like you weren't the one who started all this chaos. terrifying AND earned? i'll take that as a compliment, thanks. 😌 [ SMS / CONTACT: loser becky / SENT ]: and BABE… you saying you would've dragged me over the barricade and had your way with me is not the intimidating confession you think it is. that's you admitting i distract the legendary becky lynch so badly she forgets she's supposed to be the professional one. 🤭 [ SMS / CONTACT: loser becky / SENT ]: "busiest, greatest female wrestler of all time" — oh there she is. the ego has entered the chat. everyone stand back, becky needs room for her own spotlight. [ SMS / CONTACT: loser becky / SENT ]: but i will admit… watching you try to defend yourself while actively proving my point is kind of adorable. very on-brand for you, actually. [ SMS / CONTACT: loser becky / SENT ]: also don't call me a goblin like it's an insult. i'm a luxury hotel goblin. a five-star goblin. one that happens to be waiting very impatiently for her favorite person to get off an elevator. [ SMS / CONTACT: loser becky / SENT ]: and don't lie. you are NOT texting because i am. you could have stopped three messages ago. you chose to keep going because you like me winding you up. [ SMS / CONTACT: loser becky / SENT ]: elevator doors open, superstar. stop making my cuddle appointment run late. [ SMS / CONTACT: loser becky / SENT ]: …and be warned, i am absolutely bringing up the barricade comment again. forever.
MONDAY NIGHT RAW | 06.01.26
pov: hearing the entrance music of someone you hate MONDAY NIGHT RAW | 07.06.26
06. a text containing a picture. uvu
[ SMS / CONTACT: loser becky / SENT ]: do you remember what you sent me a few hours ago? [ SMS / CONTACT: loser becky / SENT ]: time to return the favor. [ SMS / CONTACT: loser becky / SENT ]: click me SMS / CONTACT: loser becky / SENT ]: click me [ SMS / CONTACT: loser becky / SENT ]: you really thought you could send me your 'jacked' photos and not be punished? [ SMS / CONTACT: loser becky / SENT ]: keep flexing, sweetie. i'll just find my own ways to surprise you. 😉
CONTACT — LIVVY 🩷
TXT : aye, you're not wrong. and sooome, like yours truly, well, we have it all. 😉
TXT : don't pretend like you don't love every last second of it, babes.
TXT : ohhhhhh, look who has jokes!! that's gas, really, sweet cheeks. it might need a flight of its own, though, i'll bet 🤔
TXT : prepare to be offended...
TXT : here's from my appearance at osaka jo hall last night...
TXT : image attached.
TXT : image attached.
TXT : do we need to revisit the screenshot conversation, love? sounds like we do... but, i'll admit. i missed you, too.
TXT : i'd expect nothing less, darling.
[ SMS / CONTACT: loser becky / SENT ]: okay… [ SMS / CONTACT: loser becky / SENT ]: delete them. [ SMS / CONTACT: loser becky / SENT ]: immediately. [ SMS / CONTACT: loser becky / SENT ]: because now i'm zooming in like a complete loser and i don't appreciate what you've done to me. [ SMS / CONTACT: loser becky / SENT ]: honestly this feels manipulative. [ SMS / CONTACT: loser becky / SENT ]: and don't get smug because i admitted i missed you. that was a limited-time offer and i'm already considering taking it back. [ SMS / CONTACT: loser becky / SENT ]: as for the screenshot conversation… absolutely not. those messages were sent under extreme emotional circumstances and should be legally protected. 😤 [ SMS / CONTACT: loser becky / SENT ]: i'm still prettier though. 💋
CONTACT — LIVVY 🩷
TXT : hi my love
TXT : okay, okay, yeah that's right, it is you, and you do look cute everywhere you go so i suppose i can't fault you for that.
TXT : awwwww, she really does care 🥹 no promises, lass. i haven't seen your arse in what??? two months? three??
TXT : well, it's a good face, innit? the face of the greatest female wrestler of all time, and it's not just me sayin' it! the face of the triple crown champ!!
TXT : also, don't call me out like that.
TXT : think you'll be the one faintin', sweet cheeks 😉 your girlfriend started an even more intensive training and is rather, what are they calling it now, jacked? jacked. 💪🏻
[ SMS / CONTACT: loser becky / SENT ]: i KNOW i look cute everywhere i go. thank you for finally admitting what the rest of the world already knew. airports, grocery stores, random parking lots… doesn’t matter. it’s a gift. some people have talent, some people have championship belts, and some people just have a face card that refuses to decline. [ SMS / CONTACT: loser becky / SENT ]: i’m literally flying across the world to see you and somehow you’re still finding a way to bully me. this is why people say i deserve better. (they don’t, but they say it.) [ SMS / CONTACT: loser becky / SENT ]: “greatest female wrestler of all time”??? babe, you are so lucky you’re cute because the ego is actually getting its own passport at this point. should i book a separate seat for it on the plane? 😂 [ SMS / CONTACT: loser becky / SENT ]: also, “jacked”?? i need proof. immediately. because if you’re walking around looking like you could carry ME, i might actually be offended. [ SMS / CONTACT: loser becky / SENT ]: but fine… i’ll admit it. i missed you. a lot. don’t let that go to your head though because i will absolutely deny saying it later. [ SMS / CONTACT: loser becky / SENT ]: anyway, prepare yourself. because when i see you, i’m stealing all your attention, all your hugs, and probably your hoodie. you’ve been warned.
