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       THE ODIN SITUATION was getting more than a little out of hand and Johnny was pretty sure he’d finally reached the point where he could openly admit he was in over his head. He took a deep breath, hand reaching up to run his fingers along his hair for a moment.He couldn’t bother Charlie. She was already too busy with things. Jakes had been almost unreachable. So that left Mike. He took one more quick look over the papers in front of him with a groan of annoyance before pushing himself up off the couch to head toward Mike’s room.

    “Yo Mikey you got a minute?” he asked, poking his head into Mike’s room.  “I could use a fresh pair of eyes on this case. My brain feels like it’s gonna melt outta my fuckin’ head.”

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@icarusfailed || ( continued )

[  msg → timo → sent ]: yeah? ya think i look good? ‘m trying. [  msg → timo → sent ]: Suppose it’s a bit of both. [  msg → timo → sent ]: i don’t always like admitting it but i miss you. [  msg → timo → sent ]: oh? would you show me? how much do you admire me big tim?

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@thetjhammond​ asked:  [ 📱 — sms ] was that pic meant for me?

texting meme: accepting

[ message : mr president ] wait what? what pic? [ message : mr president ] oh FUCK. no not even a little bit. [ message : mr president ] ok but real talk i look good right?

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@covldbeworse asked:  📱

text message meme: accepting

[ message : mikey ] when are you coming back to the house? [ message : mikey ] jakes is being his usual gloomy self and i’m hungry. [ message : mikey ] charlie banned me from cooking. so. you’re it bro.

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@ichorcrowns || saraya & pete

      having a newborn is exhausting. he’d been warned, had people telling him that sleep would be hard to come by. yet here he was, completely drained as he all but tried to sneak out of the baby’s nursery. a soft sigh left him as he walked toward the kitchen, hand reaching to run fingers through his hair. a smile found its way to his features as he saw saraya, his fiance, the mother of his beautiful girl. 

     arms wrap around her waist, face burying his face in the crook of her neck. “she’s asleep,” he murmured, voice laced with exhaustion as he rested his chin on her shoulder. “see how long that lasts eh?” his tone is light and joking, a bit of a laugh sounding as he pressed closer to her.

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@icarusfailed || from ( x )

Arm wraps gently around Tyler’s shoulders, chin moving to rest on top of the younger man’s head. He hated that Tyler had gotten involved in his mess, hated that he was even a little hurt from Pete’s stupidity, but it felt good to have someone who had his back whenever he needed it. “Still. Jus’ glad yer alrigh’,” he murmured kissing the top of Tyler’s head. “Shouldn’t ‘ave ta get involved in my shite.”

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@darlactiico || cuz i said so

   smirk spreads wide across the bruiserweight’s face, head tilting to the side as he looks the scot over. noam put up a good fight, though pete wasn’t about to admit that out loud. “told ya the belt was stayin’ with me mate,” he remarked, short laugh leaving him.

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@endsreigns || cuz i said so

    he watched her for a long moment, sharp blue eyes watching her every move. he couldn’t help it. this change in her attitude was incredibly enticing for him. his head tilted to the side as he took in the belt, placed in its rightful place on her shoulder. he nodded, smirk spreading wide across his face. “good. ‘s ‘bout time they gave ya the belt back,” he murmured. “shame it didn’t come sooner eh?”

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@poisvnhearts || ( continued )

"and what? ya think i didn’t love you too? that it?”

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@dyingbrced || seth & pete

    his eyes tracked the older man for a long moment in a failed attempt to gauge his mood. pete found himself doing that often, trying to anticipate how seth was feeling in an attempt to relate to him in a way he normally didn’t. it was strange for him, to WANT to be near someone and make himself easier to be around. it wasn’t a feeling the bruiserweight was used to.

    “you alrigh’?” his voice is quiet, holding none of its usual edge and venom. there was a sincerity there he wasn’t used to, an edge of worry to the question as his hand lifted to run his fingers through his hair. “i can leave ya alone tonight if ya want. jus’ --- wanted ta see ya.”

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@dyingbrced asked:  📱 ... gimme some of that gdgd :)

text message meme: accepting

[ message : sunshine ] yo i got a question. [ message : sunshine ] and before you answer there’s money on the line. [ message : sunshine ] how good a kisser am i? charlie only thinks i’m like a 4 outta 10.

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@dreamdefy || liked the thing

      there were many wrestlers that pete could say he looked up to, and to be able to work in the same company, occasionally walk the same hallways as them was a thing he’d only dreamed of. it wasn’t often things left him at a loss for words, but that was what he was. he stood at the end of the hall, hands stuffed in the pockets of his jeans, trying not to look like a mark as he watched jeff. he couldn’t help it. pete hadn’t quite learned how to separate the fan and the wrestler in his mind, found himself still overwhelmed by the people he was meeting. he still couldn’t quite believe this was his life.

   he wasn’t sure what exactly made him walk down the hall to the other man, though he was mentally kicking himself for even doing it. his tongue darted across his lips, hand reaching to run fingers through his hair before he spoke, voice shaking slightly despite his efforts to stay calm.

“twenty years. congrats. could only hope fer a career that long.”