#bruiserend

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@wickedwyrms

          ☾                      college was supposed to be her escape, but her father still found ways to dictate her life, as evidence by the accounting homework scattered across the table before her. he’d never had a son, after all, so it was all up to katherine to take over the family business, as it were, but of course.... she DID have other plans. the large anatomy textbook in her lap was her real escape, a hope that maybe she could forge her own path if she so chose to do so. completely in her own world, the brunette humming along to the music blasting from her headphones, the rest of the world doesn’t seem to exist.

                       the sudden intrusion of headphones ripped from her ears caused her to jump, hands reaching out to grasp tightly for the book on her lap to stop it from crashing to the ground.   ❛   why are you like this?   ❜  a question no doubt asked quite frequently where pete was concerned, she didn’t even NEED to look up to know it was him. who else would be so brazen, so fucking annoying. a sigh falls from her lips and with a resounding thud, the textbook is closed and tossed aside, full attention placed upon the man before her.   ❛   were you just bored and decided to harass me or do you actually need something, shithead?   ❜  despite her words, there’s a smile tugging at her lips.

[wickedwyrmsa]

Starter Call;

now, after my spam, i can finally announce that pete dunne officially joined my roster. so, if you want to plot, give this a like. i’ll slide in your IMs.

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‘ are you trying to hug me? ’ (from peter)

                ☾                      ❛   what? no? you had… something in your hair. why the fuck would I hug you?   ❜   a scoff falls from her red lips and she steps away, a hand lifting to brush dark locks from her face as she gives him a look of utter disgust. affection for him? absolutely not. she reaches up with her other hand, tugging at his hair rather ROUGHLY.   ❛   got it. see? shit in your hair. pull yourself together, peter. disgraceful.   ❜   without letting him see what was in his hair, she tosses whatever she’d gathered into the trash and brushes off her hands on the thighs of her shorts.   ❛   can’t believe i let people see me with you in public.   ❜

@wickedwyrms

[wickedwyrmsa]

@fateburned | receives a starter based on this plot

          ♛.   ---   there was no specific reason and no logical explanation for why these sort of things ALWAYS happened to HIM out of all people. pete couldn’t see the logic behind it and didn’t even know why he wasn’t expecting it on a regular basis anyway. losing his phone seemed to simply be the one thing he was even better at than wrestling and it pissed him off beyond limits. luckily, the person who he APPARENTLY had confused phones with didn’t have a pin security system to protect their device. otherwise, he would have been completely lost. pissed off and annoyed at the day already, he typed into the messaging app, a text directed at his OWN number.

                    sms [ to: self ]       ---       hey. you have my phone. i have yours.

                    sms [ to: self ]       ---       who am i speaking to?

                    sms [ to: self ]       ---       my code is 7425. message back when you see this.

          ♛.       ---       as he left the app, pete mustered the background of the phone and decided, it MUST belong to a woman. if he’d meet a guy who had a fcking daisy set as a screen saver, he might as well expect that dude to have checked out his nudes that were still on his phone from the other day by now and copied them to his computer. another FRUSTRATED groan left him as the threw the phone into his bag, ready to leave the gym now. why could he never just keep his sht together? always losing things when it was LEAST handy. should regal find out, he’d be at his throat in minutes. maybe seconds. 

[wickedwyrmsa]

@wiickeddx | recieives this plotted starter

       ♛.   —   he couldn’t help the SMILE on his face. it had become such a habit WHENEVER peter found himself around alexis. the SMALL things, he had thought he liked in women before, it seemed that alexis possessed them all and made them just so much more LOVEAVLE. though, love was a big word. the englishman wasn’t sure whether they were at that point yet. NEITHER of them had dared to talk about their feelings really. but, ever since that evening at money in the bank, they had at least COMMITTED to each other in some way. or at least he had. he had committed to blue eyes, light giggles, and late morning texts because the time DIFFERENCE never let them wake up at the same moment. so, when he stepped into the house that she lived in, a piece of luggage at hand, peter HOPED that maybe, this week, he’d get a glimpse at her when she woke up.

        ♛.   —   the bag had been pushed ASIDE and lips had brushed past lips in a greeting that lasted longer than it probably needed to. but, it was their first time that they were truly alone together. the ENDLESS possibilities of what they could do with all that PRIVACY at hand was almost overwhelming. after the first moments of anxiousness and excitement had SLOWLY gone out of the way, alexis had shown him around the house until, eventually, they ended up in the living room. the blond sat on the floor, too busy rubbing the dog’s stomach to even BOTHER with the couch. still, his eyes were fixed on the blonde that would host him on this trip. ❝ yeh had breakfast yet?? we could fix somethin’ TOGETHA’’ or just go somwhea’ if yeh feel like it. ❞ his flight had been over night, so when peter landed at 7am he almost felt BAD for asking alexis to pick him up. it wasn’t in his liking to make her get up early on a day off while all of them needed EVERY second of sleep they could get. but, he surly would make up for it. a filling breakfast and never ending kisses would be a good start to that, he had thought. ❝ or did yeh have some plans for us?? ❞ peter offered the possibility for her to make a suggestion. after all, he had come to visit HER. he’d be happily do ANYTHING as long as it was with HER.

[wickedwyrmsa]

tag dump.