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hdhwrites (via wnq-writers)
another collection of sentence starters because i haven’t made one in a while. feel free to request some :-)
are u are rain or sunshine kinda person?… dogs or cats? …beaches or forests? …museums or theatres? …lace or silk? …dusty rose or pastel yellow?
❦ - Changing clothes facing away, showing off their back
She’s seen him shirtless so many times she could hardly keep track. And yet as she sat on on his bedroom floor and watched as he stumbled around trying to pull a shirt over his head and put his shoes on at the same time, she was mesmerized. Maybe it was because he wasn’t in a ring or in a gym, that she felt a blush on her cheeks. Smooth skin was on display and the muscles of his back flexed as he continued to get dressed in a hurry.
Trying to look away from him she bit down on her lip nervously and began playing with the long strands of red hair. Her eyes, however, were glued on his back, watching it disappear under the shirt and leaving her to admire him in a shirt. “Show’s over, Nolan.” Came his playful voice and her eyes snapped to meet his. “I wasn’ looking or anythin’.”
“ you’re a terrible kisser. ”
Eva pushed at his arm halfheartedly, glaring at him playfully as he grinned down at her. “Shut up.” She managed to say through a small laugh. When they’d began teaming together she’s never thought they’d be asked to go further with their light flirting and teasing when tagging together. Yet there they were, and she was blushing at his comment.
“You’re my first kiss, ya know.” She confessed, looking over at him as they made their way through the tiny venue they has only just competed in. “Like a right’n proper kiss. Never really got one before, what with wrestlin’ and training and bein’ busy’n stuff.” Eva knew she was rambling by then but she couldn’t help it. “A boy uhm kissed me once before, was more terrible than that. He was just playin’ and we were young. Maybe I should find someone to practice on.” It was only then that she looked up from watching his feet to see his reaction.
“ it was just a kiss, that’s all. ”
It’s like he’s reading her mind and shutting her down with one sentence. Like he knows that she’s reading far into it and wasn’t at all acting when she’d planted one on him after him turning on Nic. But she knows him better by now, after months of training and traveling together, she knows what it means when he rubs the back of his neck and refuses to look her in the eyes.
For a moment she thinks about agreeing with him, but that’s be unlike her so instead she links her fingers behind her back, bounces on the heel of her feet and gives him a sly smile. “If that’s what you want to tell yourself.” Brooklyn says, giving him another smile before walking away and leaving him standing in gorilla.
why does my brain want to write when i need to sleep
someone: *pays attention to me*
me: i love u with my whole entire heart
❥ - Bending over in a short skirt / shorts / tight pants, showing off dat booty
In Chris’ defense, he would never purposely ogle Brooklyn. At least not when they were at the PC, in a professional environment, training. That was a time to be serious. But when the group of five - which consisted of Chris, Brooklyn, Nic, and two other wrestlers they were all friends who’d joined them in the ring - took a break, and Brooklyn bent over to pick up her water bottle. From where Chris was kneeling, catching his breath after running through some spots with Nic, he had a perfect view of the tight workout bottoms she wore that hugged her body in an incredibly flattering way. His eyes lingered for a lot longer than he was proud of, and he must not have been subtle. He heard Nic chuckling to the side of him, and then clearing his throat loudly. Chris’ head snapped in his direction, and he saw Nic raising his eyebrows at him, giving him a look that was a mix of question and judgement. Chris looked away, fixing his gaze safely on his own feet.
[text] I hope you get eaten by satanic starfish.
CHRIS: I hope you get eaten by satanic starfish.
BROOKLYN: One, rude. Two, you know how much I hate sea stuff it creeps me out. Three, you say that but you’d miss me too much you dick.
[text] Hey sorry for calling you so much last night. I mixed your number with the pizza guys, and he was running late
CHRIS: Hey sorry for calling you so much last night. I mixed your number with the pizza guys, and he was running late
BROOKLYN: I may be young but I’m not stupid. If you wanted to text me all you had to do was text me.
“how did you know my favorite chocolate flavor?”
“I’ve been stalkin’ you for the past few years.” Was her reply, with a roll of her eyes as she plopped herself down on the mat next to him. “How the bloody do you think Dillon? I’ve only been workin’ with ya for the last six years of me life. Give me a little credit man.”
“i have the perfect day planned out.”
Lucy’s eyebrow arched at the statement. It wasn’t often that Scorpius wanted to share his plans, and it was even more rare that Lucy wanted to hear them. But tangled in his bed sheets she was quite content to listen to him talk. “Yeah?” She mumbled against her pillow. “You gonna torture some poor soul with your presence?”
Blonde curls being mussed by his hand was his reply and she batted his hand away half heartedly. “Can you not be bloody annoying for a second?” He asked and Lucy gave him a tiny little smirk before propping herself up on her hand and giving him her full attention. “Fine, fine. Perfect day, you said.”
“It’s Valentine’s day, Weasley.” It was then that she realized his perfect day was for her. The smile on her face widened and he rolled her eyes at her. Leaning her head against his shoulder she quietly listened to him tell her about said perfect day, smiling to herself and only speaking up when spoken directly to.
They’d never really talked about going public, and maybe it wouldn’t necessarily be them telling people they were together if they spend the day together. But still, the thought made her smile against his shoulder. He’d planned the whole day out perfectly but she’d be insane to let him know she thought so, so instead she replied with a cheeky grin and a “Oh, so I’m the poor soul your torturing with your presence?”
