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[zahrwars-blog]

“Are bubble baths romantic?” ( oflasskicks ;) )

VALENTINE’S DAY | @oflasskicks

           “I guess it would depend, hm? Is there wine involved?           Or do I just get to worship you without any clothes on?”

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This flirt. That was Rebecca’s best game; flirtation. She was a master, a downright pro. She often had the power to make others fall at her feet, whether it be intentional or not, the thrill was all purpose, and it was adrenaline rushed. This – this was designed to be more than just a flirtation, she meant her words when it came to the dark headed ex-NXT star. The former champion aimed to make her a target, and she wouldn’t stop until success was achieved. 

           The redhead made a conscious effort to ignore the compliment, merely eyeing Zahra up and down, sliding a keen tongue over her lips. She wanted to make her sweat, make her needy in the way the Smackdown star refused to admit that she already was. “Feels pretty damn good,” she nodded. Cocky; this was in fact a fun starting game. “I tink celebration is wha’s in order,” she gave a sly wink, stepping closer to ensure that they were in each other’s personal space. “I’d ask ya for dinner, bu’ I tink the bar may be callin’ us,” she grinned, a hand daring to reach forward and grasp at a jutting hip. “Ya le’ me know wha’ suits ya best, lass,” she nearly whispered, almost sure that she could taste the other woman’s sweetness from gently parted lips. 

           "good. i was hopin' you weren't too worn out for me," she teased, her demeanor remaining unchanged as the redhead started to lay on the charm. she knew this game, and she knew it well. most importantly, she welcomed it with open arms. she made no motion to move away, her own plump lips pursed together. "to be honest, i'm not much of a drinker, but the way ya make it sound..." she let her voice trail off for a moment. between working as a bartender for many years and having a slight issue in the past with substance abuse, alcohol typically wasn't her first choice in activities, but...well, what harm could it do? especially with becky. if anything, it'd probably ignite something between the two. "the latter sounds great." tattooed fingers ran down becky's cheek, down her throat and over her collar bone, "lead the way."

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💯 💪

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ooc; online for a little bit (if my computer wants to cooperate) if anybody wants to start something small with this gal~ also, way more active on discord than on here if anybody wants to talk, ic or ooc! cezahrsalad#5766, please and thank you!

[oflasskicks]

A PostRumble Starter for @zahrwars // Z + Becks

    she smirked, unable to control her expressions, she was transparent in that way. The Irish lass couldn’t help the emotion coursing through her veins, the post rumble high, it was like a wonder drug of epic proportions. A firm hand ran through nearly orange locks, wet from the shower she’d just taken, a nice cleanse after two exhausting ( but completely worthwhile ) matches. Walking over to where the dark headed beauty stood, waiting; at least to Becky, it appeared that she was staying idle.       “Ya decided to show after all,” teeth bared in a grin, fingers tugging at the leather jacket she sported. “I though’ maybe ya’d stan’ me up, girly,” the words were laced with a hidden insecurity that the rumble winner just couldn’t show in the light. Not with a woman like Zahra; no, that was a girl that demanded control and security. Confidence was most certainly key when handling this tattooed vixen. 

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           the show hadn't been the most eventful rumble she'd ever seen in her life, but hell, it was still a pretty damn good show. and the highlight? most definitely the outcome of the women's rumble, if you asked z. she might have been a little bit biased, having trained with a lot of the girls that were out in the ring that night including becky, but there was no denying that the redhead's push to stardom was long overdue. she had some good momentum going and zahra was proud to be able to watch it live.            she was trying to keep a low profile backstage, not wanting to call too much attention to herself. in fact, she was about to turn to leave when she saw a flash of red out of the corner of her eye, a small smirk tugging at the corner of plump lips. "how could i possibly stand you up when you're lookin' as good as ya are out there, hm? damn." she was only half-teasing, giving becky a small shove with her shoulder, "how's it feel to be on top of the world? like you're ready to celebrate or take the longest nap of your life?"

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Cute Valentine’s Day Starters

Feel free to make any changes !

General

“Good morning~ I love you.”

“Give me a kiss. No wait…two kisses. No, three ki-”

“You’re the best boyfriend/girlfriend/partner/etc. ever.”

“They were out of roses, so I got you tulips. Because I love your two lips.”

“It’s not the typical Valentine’s Day present, but I hope you like it.”

“Uh..w-will you be my Valentine?”

“I didn’t know what to get you, so I brought chocolate, flowers, AND a huge stuffed animal.”

“I know I say this a lot, but…I love you.”

“*greeting with a kiss* Hi.”

“Roses are red, violets are blue…You will always be my boo.”

“I’m in love with you and I love it.”

“I love the presents you got me, but nothing compares to your hugs.”

Date Night

“I can’t believe you made this reservation months ago…”

“Aw! You didn’t have to get me chocolate/flowers/a giant teddy.”

“I’d be perfectly happy walking around and holding hands.”

“Oh no, it’s raining/snowing! Here, take my jacket.”

“I don’t mind being stuck in traffic with you.” / “I made us a playlist.”

“You look…amazing.” / “That suit/dress/etc. was made for you.”

“Today was perfect.”

“Are those chocolate-covered strawberries?”

“Dance with me.”

“Wow, there are candles and everything…”

Staying In

“I don’t care about the romantic stuff. Let’s just watch movies and cuddle.”

“Sorry I’m sick on Valentine’s Day…”

“Come here, and bring the blanket with you.”

“We can bake cookies! And put heart sprinkles on them.”

“I can’t believe we’re snowed in..”

“When the chocolate goes on sale tomorrow, we can clear out the store.”

“Seeing you look so cute in your pajamas reminds me of why I fell in love with you.”

“Are bubble baths romantic?”

“I set up the blanket fort. The password to get in is three words.”

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@blackoutrollins [ x ]

Their relationship hadn’t necessarily been perfect, but regardless it was one he wouldn’t have changed for the world. They shared interests, laughs, but most of all she was the one person who truly understood him, so why would he want anyone else? “Yeah? Well, I have news for you, there’s no one better than you.” A pause made. “Even if you annoy the hell out of me,” he added in a teasing tone.

            "there are plenty of other people better than me. one day, you'll see." she was convinced, all joking nature completely gone from her tone. maybe she was just having a bad day or just being too hard on herself (she was her worst critic, after all), but he was nearing the top of the world. as long as she was associated with him, there'd always be that negative effect on his image. "you'll believe me too. 'just a matter of time, c."

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@glamourngore [ x ]

They were sitting in her SUV, completely caught in what felt like the never ending monsoon. Jules’ hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, almost angered that they’d gotten stuck in this shit storm. The radio had been turned down, as if having the music low would help her see better in the darkness that shrouded them. ‘ I fucking hate this, ’ she shook her head, pulling into the first well lit gas station she could find. Here they were, stuck halfway between Chicago and North Carolina, vehicle packed to the gills, and hours left to go.

‘ I should have flown out first, and then come back for my shit, ’ she shook her head, reaching over into the other woman’s lap, to sooth her hairless cat, Babs. ‘ She’s not having any of this, ’ she wanted to chuckle, noticing how coiled up her pet had become, in her best friend’s embrace. ‘ Thanks for coming with me, ’ she smiled at the dark-headed beauty, ‘ I mean it’s sorta a win win though right? Because you’ll get to see your family. ’  The makeup artist, wasn’t upset about leaving her own tribe behind in Chicago, her mother was all that she really had left in that department, and sometimes she’d wished it was her late father instead.

Reaching for her cell she shot a quick text to her boyfriend’s mother, letting her know that things would be delayed. ‘ This woman is my new fave, ’ Jules noted as her fingers tapped and glided over the Iphone’s screen. ‘ I actually love both of Adam’s parents, ’ she admitted, looking back up at Zahra, ‘ I feel like I’m lucky, because they could be absolute psychos! ’

Rainstorms were usually calming to her, but getting stuck on the road in them? In unfamiliar territory, with her life in the hands of another driving? To say her anxiety was starting to flare up was probably an understatement. At least they were pulled over for the time being, giving both girls a second to re-coop and give the storm time to calm down.

"You know, I just need to teach you how to be a wanderer, a free spirit of sorts," she half-joked, flashing the other a smile in the dark, "Just pack the essentials, pick up, and fuckin' leave and go where you please. You probably don't even need half of the shit that's in this car right now." She looked behind her, grabbing a random article of clothing that hadn't been boxed up, holding it up, "Like this. When are you ever gonna wear this?" A pause, and then, "...Actually, this is pretty fucking cute. I'm gonna 'borrow' it, alright?"

Readjusting the cat in her lap as Jules reached for her phone, Zahra had to nod in agreement. "'Can't say I've had too many issues with crazy parents, but you're right."  She shrugged, glancing out the window, watching the raindrops pound on the glass, "At least they don't seem overprotective or too into your relationship. I dated a guy who told every little detail to his parents...sexual and all."

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kingscvmbag·:

   Their mouths had melded, like molten lava, fuzing their pouts together so perfectly; a match made in hell, and the former champion had never been a reformed sinner. The kiss lasted for a few seconds, his hands reaching up to cup her face, fingers tangling comfortable into her long tresses of dark hair. Her scent captured him, as it always had, and he swore by the end of the night he’d sink into her skin.       Battle hardened hands roamed the expanse of her frame, fingertips skating down over concealed tanned flesh, until finally reaching hips, her slim waist nearly pressed to his pelvis. Her own hands found comfort in tugging at his clothing, keeping them together even after their mouths had separated. ‘ I promised you this, ’ he smiled after she had made her comments, a near laugh almost escaping. He couldn’t believe she was here, that they were both here together, once again as if nothing at all had happened. ‘ I’m hoping sometime very soon, you won’t ever have to share me again, ’ he stated boldly, taking one of her smaller hands into his, and interlacing their fingers together.

    ‘Lead the way, babe, ’ he half whispered, leaning in once more to nuzzle his cheek against her own, his beard scratching against baby-soft skin, before dropping lower to kiss at the ink on her neck. ‘ I hope we’re not going too far, ’ he admitted, ‘ because I have to have you, as soon as possible. ’

The feeling of his lips against inked skin sent a chill down her spine, her body pressing against his again on its own accord. It wasn't like her libido wasn't being satisfied, but...well, this was Colby, and she never wanted anyone more than she wanted him right now. Between the hours of teasing they'd just done via text message and his prolonged absence from her life, her patience was wearing thin. Though she wouldn’t fuel his ego anytime soon, he was probably the best she ever had, so to speak.

"I told you not to tempt me," she purred out, hands running down his toned frame again, "I'm not fucking kidding when I say we won't even make it back to the hotel before I have your clothes on the floor and your cock inside of me." While it didn't last long, she was evidently done being forbearing, the crude side of her starting to peak through. Finally steeping away, eyes locking with his, she was tugging him forward again. Hand in hand, she began leading him toward the airport's exit, passing baggage claim as they did so. "Didja check a bag we need to wait for, or..." She nodded toward the carry-on bag in his hand, "Is that it?"

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out of context mst3k prompts

[+]  —  a whole bunch of lines taken completely out of context from the mystery science theater 3000 reboot. feel free to adjust wording, pronouns, etc. 

“We have achieved bug snugness.” “The ocean needs a Brita filter.” “Right. Hack the planet. Good.” “That seems heavy.” “Guys, a lot of people died!” “Don’t ever sublet your apartment to some polar bears.” “Nap time got out of control.” “Make ’em tight, it’s okay. I’m into it.” “I’m talking coffee-you-could-sue-a-Starbucks-over hot.” “Is my other choice burning to death?” “And it’s actually BerenSTAIN Bears, not BerenSTEIN!” “You did a hell of job, considering the body count.” “You’re all over the map, but… thank you.” “Smells like bros in here.” “I don’t think a party is really appropriate, what with the streets clogged with corpses and all.” “Pinky promise that you’ll go right back to the brig?” “This feels like an after school special about alcoholism.” “I just had the strangest waking dream!” “Hey, are you still talking?” “You’re sitting on it.” “Just a haiku I’m working on.” “That monster’s huge, let’s get out of here!” “Take your time, guys. Slow jog. Save your energy.” “Hey, my tax dollars paid for that.” “Somebody’s gotta teach this lord of lies some manners, and obviously it’s gotta be me.” “I liked it before the remodeling, when it was on fire.” “There is nothing not gross about this guy.” “He’s like if a puka shell necklace was a person.” “I don’t think about anything.” “I wasn’t paying attention.” “Hold on, let me get this straight. You guys got drunk without me?” “Closure attained.” “No horseplay.” “Hey, we’re fleein’ here!” “Let’s rock and roll. Metaphorically speaking, of course. We can’t sing or play.” “I’ll give him this: he stays on point.” “That’s what heroes do.” “What WON’T Elon Musk launch into space?” “How do you do this again? Oh, whatever.” “And it ends as it began: as a garbage fire.” “I think I just blinded myself with science.” “If it wasn’t for these blinds, it’d be curtains for me.” “Time for you to say please.” “Oh, am I supposed to keep talking?” “Try pushing one of those 900 buttons in front of you.” “Stop, drop and freak out.” “Use your words.” “Top that, if you dare.” “Does it still fail the Bechdel Test if the man they’re talking about turned into a glob?” “See you tomorrow night, potential danger.” “This would be easier if I knew what I was looking for.” “I hate younger me!” “I have nothing but regrets!” “How many of these are just you alone watching Friends?” “Don’t talk to the Lovecraftian obelisk, dear!” “Wise men still seek it.” “There’s an upstairs?” “Thanks for humoring me, kid.” “Well, bleach my blonde!” “Use the soap, you’ve been touching horses and aliens all day.” “It’s so much work to use the bathroom in this thing.” “If that doll gets up, I’m out of here.” “I wouldn’t have done it that way, but… it’s a start.” “Keep not solving the problem, lady.” “This is even better than that time I got to pet two corgis in one day!” “You really gotta give the people what they want: a show!” “Slow down. You’re throwing way too many concepts at me.” “There’s a monster at the end of this scene, and it’s me.” “Looks like a million ghost children gave it high fives.” “I am not good at this.” “That one was an accident!” “I can’t believe we wore the same thing.” “Nothing turns a man on like implying he’s too delicate to lift a book.” “I want in on those giggles.” “Where are you going? I wanna go too.” “You’re probably gonna die.” “That guy makes a terrible kite.” “I don’t think I need to justify that.” “Joke’s on you. I don’t even remember who we’re talking about.” “It’s like watching toddlers pretend to argue.” “Never wear white to a suicide mission.” “It’s okay! We all get cranky when stuff tries to strip our skin off our skeleton.” “God really knew what he was doing in not having human males grow antlers.” “It just seems reckless to hand over the explosives to the piranhas.” “At this point I’m just stress eating.” “This is so much better than shooting him.” “I scheduled a cruise for us so we can recover from all this stuff.” “Hey, does anyone know what we’re supposed to be doing?” “If they spot us, we’ll start making out, okay?” “You’re not paying enough attention to me!” “Sorry, I’m being weird and mysterious. My name is ________.”

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[zahrwars-blog]

do you call yourself a   f u c k i n g  h u r r i c a n e  like me? pointing fingers cause you'll never take the [ blame ] like me?

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ooc; online for a little bit (if my computer wants to cooperate) if anybody wants to start something small with this gal~ also, way more active on discord than on here if anybody wants to talk, ic or ooc! cezahrsalad#5766, please and thank you!

[mieczlw-a]

BEFORE  SHIPPING  WITH  ME ,  YOU  NEED  TO  KNOW   //  

i  will  get  invested  almost  instantly. 

i  will  invade  your  inbox  //  im’s  //  discord  etc  for  plots  //  headcanon’s  //  and  general  yelling  about  our  ship. 

i  will  tag  you  in  gifsets  //  images  //  posts  that  remind  me  of  our  ship.  

i  will  send  you  almost  every  meme  you  reblog  //  pop  into  your  ask  IC  spontaneously.  

i  will  get  on  your  nerves  eventually  but  that’s  fine  we’re  fine  it’s  fine.  

i  won’t  force  anything  on  you  that  you’re  not  comfortable  with  and  will  always  discuss  any  uncomfortable  //  triggering  subjects  with  you.  because  as  my  rp  partner  and  friend  i  respect  you  and  your  boundaries.  

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Continued from [ Discord ]  For @zahrwars 

   He’d been sitting on this flight for the past hour and a half, contemplating every move he’d made in the past four years, that ultimately lead to this point. Was this always going to happen? Was she truly his destiny? It was a jumble of thoughts in his mind now, mostly memories of days since passed. The only constant face that emerged was that of Zahra, staring back at him with doe-like eyes, and steady hands. She had always held his heart, twisted the organ more than once, but still captured it none the less. She’d hurt him, he knew this, he wasn’t going to forget, but they were both lost back then; trying now to get back on track.         They’d been texting back and forth like school children, and he was becoming giddy at the thought of her waiting for him on the other side of all of this. She was everything he’d ever wanted, and although they’d fucked each other up, in more ways than one, he knew, without a doubt, that she was the missing puzzle piece in his life. They fit together beautifully, and everyone had paled in comparison to his goth goddess.            What they were doing was right, even though how they were doing it was completely wrong. Colby was aware they would have to pay for their foolishness, for their inability to hold off any longer, but at the end of the day everything would be worth it, because they would be connected once more. These two wounded and messy halves, made a glorious and passionate whole. He was in love, and for the first time in his life, he knew what that meant. 

     Slinging his backpack over his shoulder, the wrestler made his way to the front of the plane. The flight had been small, and intimate, giving him time to relax and mull over what was about to occur. Would it all truly be like old times? Or would she turn and run once more? Was this a game to her, or did she actually mean all the words that appeared on his phone screen, in colored, bubbled boxes, housing promises and declarations that could change their lives forever. The Iowan chose to believe the later, swearing to himself that this would be it, that she would be the final chapter, in the torrid love affairs that he’d once tripped and messed his way through. 

       Chocolate eyes lit up with sparks the moment he caught a glimpse of his former lover, standing there, waiting patiently. She hadn’t stood him up, the man’s greatest fear.  F e a r s; they were all dissipating so quickly, the closer he came to her much smaller frame.            Without words, he dropped his backpack at their feet, his arms instantly wrapping to encompass her, pulling her into his broad chest. He didn’t need to speak, he didn’t need to explain, and within an instant, his mouth was on hers, like a crashing wave that couldn’t be quelled. A real kiss that would leave her breathless, and her lips bruised from the emotion that he couldn’t verbalize over the past three years. She was home for him, and he knew things could never go back to the way they’d been; she was the end game. 

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            Here they were, especially back at square one. Their relationship was being rekindled in the same way it had begun a few years prior: an affair. Not that Zahra had planned for any part of their relationship to unfold as it had, of course. And hey, they were both in committed relationships at the moment, so they were both equally guilty here.

            Was he serious, though? Did he really want to try this whole relationship thing put again? Hell, did she? It all sounded fine and dandy written down on a screen, but could they really make this work? What would stop them from falling apart, just like they had the first go around? They had loved each other so fiercely back then too... was now really any different, or did time just make the heart grow fonder?

            Those were thoughts for another time, though, as they vanished the second she saw her ex-lover weaving around the small group of people who had been on the plane with him. Zee had seen him every now and again at events and such, but she never allowed her gaze to longer for more than a second or two. Not until tonight.

            Everything was a blur to her and before she knew it, she was kissing him back, almost immediately relaxing into that all too familiar kiss. There weren't many people around this late at night, but even if there were, she probably wouldn't have cared. Her person had finally returned to her, reigniting a fire that had gone out inside of her---one that she constantly insisted never existed in the first place.

            Finally pulling out of his embrace to gasp for some air, tattooed fingers ran down the outline of his chest, stopping at his hoodie pocket. "Hello to you too," she'd tease with a coy grin, tugging gently, "Suppose we should get going, huh? I think I'm done sharing you with all of these other people for the evening..."

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            there was a reason she quit drinking for a while. a very, very good reason. tomorrow, she'd probably curse herself for succumbing to the bottle, but tonight? tonight, it was like her body was just on autopilot. tan, tattooed legs were carrying her small, off-centered frame into the lobby of the hotel where she knew he always stayed when he was in town. she was automatically stopping at the front desk, requesting the key to his room that she KNEW he always left for her---even though he probably knew she'd never use it, he apparently never lost whatever glimmer of hope he had.

          and before she knew it, she'd reached the room number that matched the numbers written in sharpie on the plastic key in her hand. she barely remembered using the key to enter, finding herself standing in a pitch black room, illuminated only by the outside light peeking through the blacked out curtains.

          an article of clothing was shred with every few steps she took toward the bed, climbing into the bed beside him without a word. was he awake? she had no idea. her head was already pounding and that was all she could think about; that, and curling up closer to his larger frame, making a small whimpering sound as she did so.

          she didn't want to admit it nor would she in the morning, but she felt safe. for now.

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