Come Get Some

Crying on the inside, laughing on the outside.

[aestheticalanimelife]

Libra Male & Aries Female Friendship

[cofxee]

Aries (f) + Libra (m) GIF

Love :

Cuddling :

Flirting :

WHooPs Aries is a lil thirsty

Requested by anon :)

[aestheticalanimelife]

Aries Female x Libra Male

First Meet - 

Friends - 

In Love - 

First Kiss - 

In a Fight - 

Other -

[nerd-sama-aesthetic]

Aries female and Libra male relationship aesthetic

[nerd-sama-aesthetic]

Aries (female) & Libra (male) Relationship

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@imabitchamiright: @neversatisfiedgirl Honestly, you’re such a talented writer. I’ve only started reading your fics for about a month but I’m absolutely IN LOVE with your writing! You Finn fic has made me feel so many different feels and I LOVE IT

OMG thanks so much! That means a lot to me :) 

P.S….I just started reading BruiserPup! and it’s so freaking good! You’re a fantastic writer!

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Oh my goodness, thank you! But you are so much better. I literally check tumblr everyday for something that you've posted. By the way, I hope you feel better soon! You are honestly like a writing goddess and you don't deserve any pain in your life!

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BruiserPup! (Part II)

Summary: Having some time back home in Birmingham, Pete tends to his newest addition to the family. Little does he know, he’s about to meet a vet assistant by the likes this Bruiserweight has never seen!

Word Count: 2,500+

A/N: I have no idea why this took so long, but, here it is?! ALSO WHATS THE NAME OF HIS DOG?????? (the dachshund). Also let me know if ya wanna be tagged, I’d be more than happy to do it.

 Tag List: @abschaffer2 @xfirespritex (it won’t let me tag your name for some reason???)

Part I

It had been a few weeks, and I hadn’t seen Pete since. I enjoyed it but every time I’d go out, a part of me would hope that I’d see a little Dachshund running towards me and Pete zipping up to me to catch it.

Lately I hadn’t been feeling too good and decided to take to the day off.

During most of the morning and now, I spent it walking around and relishing in the surprisingly sunny day. My head was fuzzy and my nose was runny, but I knew that getting fresh air wasn’t going to kill me.

Stopping by my house as I lapped around my neighborhood, I grabbed a basket and decided that I’d pick some flowers to brighten up my house. Seeing the same cream coloured wallpaper made my house look glum, so maybe by adding some bright flowers, it would help perk up my mood.

Walking over to an orchard, I talked to the owner for a bit before paying and entering. This farm always smelt so sweet and lovely, like apples and lilacs. I made my way to a bush of hydrangea’s. Plucking a few, I brought them up to my nose, breathing in the sugary scent before gently laying them in my basket.

Next, I moved to a bush of Rose of Sharon. I picked off a few branches and placed them in my basket as well. I’d read about them in a few books and even a play so when I found out they grew them here, I just about died. Smiling to myself I pranced over to a camellia scrub, touching the petals delicately.

Grabbing a few, I moved onto the next patch of flowers. I glided over to a rose bush, watching carefully for the thorns when I cut them from the shrub. Finally coming across a lilac bush, I reached for a couple branched when barking pulled me out of my flower induced trance. I looked down to see a dog I knew I’d seen before.

“If you’re here then that must mean-“

“If it isn’ (Y/N), the vet assistant” A somewhat deep voice cooed from behind me. I spun on my heel, only to come face-to-face, almost quite literally, with none other than Pete. My heart raced and I stumbled back a bit making him chuckle at my flustered state.

“P-pete! Um, how are you?” I stutter out. He leans back and crosses his arms across his chest, grinning down at me deviously.

“I’ve been fine, jus’ got back ‘ere for a few days. Got no shows for a bit.” He explains. I nod and crouch down, patting his dog’s head. The canine yips happily and licks my hand. Pete’s eyes bore into my head as I played with his dog; I could feel the tension.

“I see” I whisper. Looking back at Pete, I give him a warm smile. “Well, I must be off, can’t let these flowers die in my basket” I joke awkwardly. He raises a brow and nods his head slowly. Inwardly cringing at myself, I stand up all to quickly.

My head starts to spin worse and I start to cripple. Pete’s arm catches me and he wraps his other arm around my waist for support.

“You ok? Do you need to see a doctor?” He asks worriedly. Grinning I pull away slowly, and shake my already sore head.

“No, no! I’m fine really!” I took a few steps away and then everything went black.

–

A dark abyss was all I saw before high pitched yipping woke me up. Groaning, I pull my hand to my head and felt how hot it is. I hear shushing from farther away and I can only assume I’m in a house. Cracking open my eyes I get blinded instantly by the hanging light on the ceiling. I feel a cool hand grab mine from my forehead, holding it daintily.

“Hey love, how ya feelin’?”

Judging by the voice I could tell it was Pete, and once my eyes adjusted it only confirmed that assumption.

“Pete?” I croaked. He cracked a small smile. “Where am I?” He looks away, obviously embarrassed.

“We uh, we’re at your house” He pointed out. I sat up and realized I was laid on my couch. It was a bit unnerving to know that he coincidentally knew where I lived. It didn’t help my unease with my head was spinning still from my episode earlier.

“My house? But how did we get here?” I questioned tiredly, taking note of the fuzzy blanket delicately draped across me. He rolled his eyes and smirked.

“I carried ya.” A blush made its way to my cheeks, though, I’m sure Pete wouldn’t be able to tell considering I’m almost positive I have a fever. Glaring at the man holding my hand, I looked around seeing his Dachshund standing on its hind legs, using its front ones to hold it up to stare at me with its adorable eyes.

“Why are we at my house then?” He looked bewildered that I even asked that. How is it the slightest bit unreasonable to wonder why the man that I’ve only known for a few weeks carried my unconscious body to my house? Standing, he walked over to my dinning room and pulled up a chair next to the couch, in front of me, sitting down the wooden seat.

“Well, you were pickin’ your flowers, I saw you an’ came up to ya, we talked, then you insisted on leavin’.” I stared at him and waited for him to continue. He gave me a confused look. “You really don’t remember wha’ happened?” I shook my head slowly. He chuckled lightly. “Well I guess you stood up too fast an’ made yourself dizzy, ya passed out not even two seconds later” He mused. Averting my eyes, I looked down at our joined hands.

“Oh.” Was all I could manage to say. I felt him shift in his chair.

“I ran into the littl’ old lady that lives next to ya. She was suspicious of me at first, which I find a bit rude to assume tha’ because I’m a big scary man, tha’ I’d take advantage of a sleepin’ woman-“

“Pete!” I cut him off, making him stop his rambling. He jumped slightly at my sudden scream. My eyes bore into his and he looked a bit like a deer caught in the headlights.

“She told me you lived ‘ere so I climbed into your window wit’ you in my arms, then laid you down here.” I had to admit, it sounded rather impressive to pull off. His thumb twitched against my knuckle and my eyes darted down at the gentle contact. His callused fingers leaving a tingle against my skin.

His eyes followed mine and he quickly pulled away.

“Sorry ‘bout tha’…” He grumbled uncomfortably. We sat there in silence for a bit before he stood and rubbed the back of his neck. “I uh, made ya some soup!” He announced. He strode over to my kitchen and brought back a huge bowl of soup.

“You didn’t have to do that-“

“I wanted to. I figured it migh’ help” He said with a stoic face. To think that this brute of a man could care so much for someone whom he’d only met little over a month ago, was mindboggling. He handed me the bowl then gave an awkward smile. “It’s a bit hot.”

I picked the spoon up and brought it to my lips, lightly blowing on it so I don’t spray it all over Pete and I. He awkwardly stood in front of me, his arms crossed protectively and his eyes wide and expecting. Curious, I raised a brow and leaned my head away from the metal utensil.

“Is something wrong?” I asked. He blushed slightly and dropped down onto the chair, looking a lot like a child being scolded.

“No, no. I jus’. I jus’ wan’ to make sure tha’ it tastes alright an’ tha’ it isn’t too hot to eat or tha’ I somehow manage to give ya food poisonin’.”

“It’s soup.” I state with amusement. He looks at me like I’m crazy.

“I know tha’! I’m jus’ sayin’!” He angrily mutters. I roll my eyes and take a sip of the liquid food on my spoon, thankfully it’s just warm and tastes surprisingly delicious. Smiling, I set the bowl down on my lap.

“It’s very good, Pete” I say nicely. He almost looks shocked which worries me slightly.

“Really? He questions. I look down at his dog then back at him and laugh. “Wha’?”

I had to admit that this was the cutest thing I’d ever seen in my life: Peter Englund, a bulking man with a natural snarl that could frighten death no doubt, had the same confused cute puppy dog look his Dachshund had on.

–

After my soup was finished, Pete making me drink every drop, I decided that I would head to bed. I sat up, moving to put the bowl in the sink but Pete stopped me, pushing my shoulders down so I was seated again. My mouth fell agape and he glared at me while yanking the bowl from my hands.

“B-but I was-“

“Sittin’ on the couch an’ waitin’ for me to come clean up like a good girl.” He growled as he disappeared into my kitchen area. I heard water run for a few minutes then silence. He huffed heavily then the sound of the bowl clanking echoed in the small space.

“I’m not a dog you know!” I bite back, annoyed. His head poked around the corner, a dominating sneer across his face.

“Then how’s abou’ ya be a good human girl an’ sit tigh’ for a sec?” He hissed.

Slinking into the couch, I glared daggers at him as he walked back into the living room, looking down at the ground as he scratched the stubble on his chin. His eyes flickered up to meet mine, making my face go bright red in an instant, forcing me to turn away. He shuffled closer and before I know it he’s leaning over me with his arms around my waist.

“Wha-what are you doing?!” I ask nervously. He leans down and chuckles in my ear, his hot breath causing goosebumps to prickle on my arms.

“Just hold tigh’” He coos lowly.

Next thing I know he hoists me up and runs one of his hands down my waist to my hips, then across my thighs to under my knees. The intimacy of the physical contact leaves me beyond flustered and a part of me thinks he knows that he’s making me react to this, and is enjoying it.

He turns and walks past my kitchen to my hallway, stopping just before the doors.

“Which one is your room?” He grumbles. I shakily point to the door at the very end in the middle. He snorts lightly and trudges onward. Within the few moments I was being carried across my first floor, I could feel the heat radiating off his chest, along with his calm heart beat. It was soothing and terrifying at the same time. I lean on his shoulder and found my eye lids shutting on their own, I must be more tired than I thought.

A warm hand shook my shoulder carefully, and I opened my eyes slowly to see Pete’s smirking face a few centimetres from mine. I shriek and leap away from him. Thankfully Pete was sitting on the edge of the bed so I landed on my pillows. He chuckled and stared at me from the side of my bed.

“You’re pretty cute when you’re sleepin’ ya know?” He muses. I stare at him with wide doe eyes and pull my knee’s up to my chest. He leans forward and grabs my hand, gently bringing it to his pink lips before placing a soft kiss on the back of my hand.

“Sleep well, love” And with that he left, closing my bedroom door behind him.

–

Pete had decided that he’d drop in every day for the past few months, always insisting on saying hello and staying for lunch or breakfast before leaving. It was a bit weird considering I knew about his career and I could only assume he’d be travelling a lot but I guess he was taking a break for some reason? Maybe he had an injury that he wasn’t telling me about.

None the less, we’d become quick friends, a hint of a little more than that even, though I’d never admit that to him.

I woke to a soft bark and rolled over, opening my eyes to see the top of a small brown head. Giggling, I leaned over the side, staring back at big chocolate brown eyes looking up at me. I picked the dog up and yawned, getting out of bed and carrying him to the living room.

I almost screamed when I saw Pete asleep on my couch, one arm dangling off the side and his head turned to the side with a peaceful look. For some reason, the fact that Pete’s dog was here, and that perhaps he could also be here as a result didn’t click in my head. Carefully, I placed the Dachshund on the ground and it instantly ran towards the sleeping Englishman on my couch. It licked his hung hand and made him stir. I strode over quickly and picked it up again.

“Shh cutie, you’ll wake him.” I cooed into the dog’s ear. It whined and I smiled as I carried it to my backyard. “You probably have to go pee.”

It frolicked happily around my grass, it’s tongue hanging out and a cute look on its face. How could such an adorable innocent pouch like this end up with a grumpy man like Pete? I must have been too zoned out to realize that Pete had opened my back door and stood next to me. He leaned over while I watched his dog and cupped my chin, placing a quick peck on my cheek. I jumped a few feet and glared at him.

“What the hell, Pete?!” I yelped. He chuckled and crossed his arms like he always did.

“Jus’ bein’ friendly, love” Rolling my eyes, I kept my glare sharp as I stood a little way away from him.

“Why do you keep doing that?”

“Doin’ wha’, love?”

“THAT, doing THAT!” I shouted. He gives me a puzzled look and turns towards me.

“Love?”

“Yes that!” He smirks and stands in front of me, looking down at me with a cocky scorn. The fact that he was comfortable enough to keep a closeness to me, concerned me a bit.

“It’s a sayin’ us English peopl’ use. Don’t read too much into it.” He teased. I snorted and shoved his chest lightly.

“You’re an ass you know that?” He brought his hand up to the spot on his chest where I’d pushed him and gave me a cheeky grin.

“Well tha’s rude love”

“Don’t read too much into it” I said in an almost sultry voice. His eyes widened and he looked a little surprised by my tone. I froze, realizing my mistake. Lucky for me, Pete’s dog ran in-between us and took off into the house. I hastily followed and hoped to avoid all eye contact with Pete ever again. God, I make myself cringe. Big, warm hands grabbed my waist and I was gently pulled back into a hard chest.

“Where do you think you’re goin’, love?” He whispers huskily in my ear. My body quivers and my head started to spin.

“I’m taking the dog out on a walk!” I announce loudly and manage to wriggle out of his grip. I heard him groan then chuckle as he watched me scramble around for where he’d put his dog’s leash. I could hear from behind me that he was pulling something out of his pocket then, a soft jingle of metal rang in my ears. I spun around and saw him holding the leash and collar. Huffing dramatically, I marched up, yanked both items out of his hands, while glaring at his smug face.

“Tha’s my dog you know” He jokes. I fake laugh and call his dog over.

“That’s nice” I mumble crankily.

–

My patience chipped away with every second that passed.

Pete was annoying, menacing, rude, and arrogant, but no matter how much I insulted him, he wouldn’t leave me alone. Every step I took, the toe of his shoe would skim my heel. A pleasant reminder that he was shadowing closely behind me. I could practically feel his breath on the crown of my head, each heavy sigh sending a shiver down me.

“Do you have to stand so close?!” I snap, turning my head to send a sharp glare at the man behind me. He smirked and kept his hands in his pockets.

“It’s either this or I walk beside ya” He teased. I rolled my eyes and dreaded every moment I spent with this man suddenly. “Maybe we could pretend we’re dating and hold hands” He cooed teasingly.

My nostrils flared with anger. To think that when we first met, I found him charming.

“Tha’s awfully kind of you t’ say, love.”

I wanted to die.

No way in hell did I just say that out loud.

“What will it take for you to leave me alone?”

“...a date?”

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Actually me tho XD Also I’m posting a Fanfic tomorrow!

[the-marauders-gang]

I have more school pride for Hogwarts than my actual school.

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I'm so sorry it took me so long to reply. Maybe one for Sid where the reader is Jim Gordon's daughter and he finds out the reader likes Sid but he's not happy because he's the bounty hunter that's supposed to hunt the monsters but Harvey bullock is with you and him when him finds out and Harvey's just teasing him about the fact that his daughter likes one of the "Monsters"? Sorry if I didn't explain that well.😂❤

No no it's fine! I love it! I'll get right on it for you dearie!

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Your Pete fic was great! I'm looking forward to the second part.

Thank you so much! I’ll try to upload today if I can!

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BruiserPup! (Part I)

Summary: Having some time back home in Birmingham, Pete tends to his newest addition to the family. Little does he know, he’s about to meet a vet assistant by the likes this Bruiserweight has never seen!

Word Count: 2,000+

A/N: I have a serious hate for Pete Dunne but yet... I have fanfic ideas for him, so let me know what you think!

Domesticated animals have become an anchor. We rely on them for comfort, for love, for companionship. To become a vet, a lot of school and a lot of money have to be invested. Instead, becoming an assistant was the next best thing.

Working with animals was a joy I found always peeked my interest, however, working with the people on the other end of the leash, was not.

To think that I could do the thing I loved most and get paid for it? Dreams no longer seemed liked an unachievable hope.

But then, compared to the men and women who had trained and learned to run their own practice, I have pennies to my name.

And while scrubs aren’t the most fashionable of things, they are comfortable. Though some of my own are often ruined, the amount of excrement produced by the daily train of animal is a downer.

I love my team, everyone’s positive and nice. Functional is not a word I would use to describe them though. We only engage in small talk, limiting my chances of having workplace friends.

Doing this job made me realize my potential in this medical field. I get a glimpse at something I could be, something that the world would always need. It’s a touching thing to find when you see the diverse levels of love people have for their animals, and the lengths at which they’ll go to keep their best friends beside them.

–

Six years after chasing after my career, I ended up here. In Birmingham, England.

In the early mornings, such as this one, I walk around my neighbourhood, enjoying the crisp cool air. The sky was a rosy pink, just shying along the horizon line. The sun wasn’t yet in view, and a few stars still hung in the early sky.

A few cars whisked by now and again, early birds getting to work and running errands. I bid ‘Good Morning!’ at strangers that wandered past, earning either a grunt, smile or ‘Good Morning’ back.

It was silent, save for a few birds chirping and cars and such.

A small brown Dachshund came scampering up to me, placing a puppy paw on my work shoe. I couldn’t help but let a grin creep onto my face as I leaned down to gently rub its head, cooing at its cuteness. It had a collar, but wasn’t attached to a leash. My brow raised in confusion.

“Where is your owner cutie?” I tut. It peers up at me with it’s loveable big eyes and licks my hand with its small tongue. A bulky, average height man comes barrelling up to me, face flushed with embarrassment.

“Sorry ‘bout that. Littl’ bugger managed to get off its leash…” He grumbled. His hand shot up to run through his dirty blond locks, tugging lightly on the hairs. Cracking a shy smile, I stood picking up the puppy slowly. He watched with wide eyes as I held the dog in my arms, rubbing its ears with affection. I realized the awkwardness I’d created by not replying to the man.

“It’s alright. It did no harm. This little cutie made me swoon.”

He chuckled and rubbed his jaw with his thumb, looking down at the canine.

“Yeah, I hear that a lot when I’m out with ‘em.”

The Dachshund yipped and squirmed in my arms, making me pout. It was obvious it wanted to go back to its master.

“’m supposed to be takin’ ‘em to the vet, but the adventurous tyke musta figured it out and decided it didn’t wanna go!” He huffed, moving closer to me to glare at the dog. He leaned down and got at eye level with the pooch. Once he was within breathing distance I felt my heart beat skip. He was an attractive man, I’ll give him that.

He must’ve felt my awkwardness as his eyes trailed up to meet mine. I felt my body freeze, the only movement being that I handed the dog back to him. I spun on my heel and started to walk away, not before catching a flash of a smirk on his face.

“Pete.”

My head turned and my wide eyes met his confident ones again.

“M’ name is Peter. Peter England. Though, I’d prefer if ya called me Pete.” He said, in an almost taunting way. It didn’t help that my face wasn’t getting any less flushed.

“It’s nice to meet you.” Huffing, I smoothed out my work pants and strode on. He took a few heavy steps towards me.

“Aren’t ya gonna tell me your name?” A chill ran up my spine, the cool air brushing my neck lightly. I considered telling him, but then I thought-

Let the mystery linger.

–

Arriving only a few minutes late, I took off my coat and headed to my shared office. There was only two people in the waiting area, meaning it might be a slow day. Our secretary stood tiredly at the printer, resting her hand gingerly on her forehead. Her eyes shot up as she noticed me stride past, giving me a quick smile before staring gravely at the machine in front of her. One of the vets strolled past, catching me in the corner of his eyes and giving me a smile.

“Mornin’” He chirped quickly. The corners of my mouth creaked upward, and I gave a curt nod.

“Mornin’” I mirrored back. He bowed his head awkwardly and shuffled on. Sighing, I ducked into a checkup room, pulling out my laptop, getting ready for my appointments. I prepped the equipment and opened my door so I could hear the secretary tell me when someone showed up. People usually went through me, and if it was serious enough, I’d hand them off to a vet.

The front doors of the building opened, the little bell jingling lightly. The hard clunk of boots making their way up to the desk told me it was someone who was a bit more laid back than most. I could practically visualize the forced smile on the secretary’s face.

“Hello sir, how may I help you today?” She asked cheerily. I leaned back in my chair and listened for the response.

“Ya uh, ‘m here for an appointment.” A familiar voice droned dully. I groaned, praying to god that I didn’t end up with him. ‘Please’, I thought. ‘Please god, let him be seeing someone else. I’ve already had one awkward encounter with him today…’

“Oh, well, I’ll need your name so I can direct you to the person you’ve scheduled your appointment with.” The clerk replied, the exhaustion evident in her tone.

“Peter England.” Running my fingers down my cheeks, I hoped that I’d be pitied and he’d be sent off to some other than myself. I’d only just met the man a few hours prior and I didn’t want such an early run-in to happen again so soon. I nearly jumped as secretary drummed her fingers against the keyboard, obviously checking for his name. She hummed pleasantly as she found it.

“Ah, here it is. One ‘Peter England’. I’ll pass you over to (Y/N) (L/N), she will be helping you out today and will inform you on what’s to be done and anything you need help understanding.” I inwardly groaned, again, and felt my lips press firmly together before letting out a frustrated huff.

“Lovely” I breathed crossly. A few seconds later the secretary’s head poked into my doorway as she leaned on the hinge.

“I have your first appointment ready.” Sighing again, I wave passively at her.

“Ok, thank you. Send him in.” I grumbled. She chuckled and slinked back to her desk.

“She’s just right in that room over there, she’s all ready to go.”

As the boot steps came closer, my fingers drummed faster against my countertop. My island was faced toward the door but I couldn’t bring myself to look anywhere but my shoes. The thumping stopped at the door and I could hear an excited yipping. Managing to gather enough courage, I looked up through my lashes at Pete. His dog was tucking securely in his arms, surprisingly happy to see me.

“Well, well, well” Pete cooed teasingly. I bit the inside of my cheek as I saw a cocky smirk make its way to his face. “We meet again, (Y/N).”

“Mr. Peter, how wonderful to see you again.” I drawled, trying my best to resist screaming from the discomfort of this situation. He raised a brow and strode over, taking a seat at the chair across from me. The Dachshund puppy barked quietly and reached its paws up to the countertop. Pete scowled and lightly removed his paws.

“Rude littl’ pup” He growled. My eyes traveled from Pete’s to the dogs as soon as he looked up to meet my stare. Pulling the laptop in front of me, I kept my eyes glued to the screen, hoping not to lock eye contact with the Englishman in front of me yet again.

“Let’s see what you’re here for, shall we?” I ask, more so to the dog than to Pete. My scrolling became nerve racking as I could feel Pete’s eyes on me. He made me extremely nervous, and I couldn’t explain why. Just his presence left such a dominating air, and his piercing eyes were like a bear’s.

Gentle yips continued as the dog somehow managed to hop its way onto the table. I smiled and pat its head as it plopped down next to my laptop. Pete glared at the dog and leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms across his broad chest.

“It seems to be a check up. Making sure it has all its shots and routinely things like that” I confirmed. Pete turned his look towards me and nodded. A lump appeared in my throat and all I could do is nod back and duck behind my computer again. I reached over to my printer, grabbing the dog’s medical history that I had faxed over last night.

“Everything looks good. I’ll just check his temperature and gums and you’ll be off” I said merrily. Pete grinned and tilted his head from side to side, cracking his neck menacingly.

“By all means, doctor” He snickered. I snorted and stood from my chair, grabbing the thermometer from the counter. Pete watched and gave me a surprised look when I stood next to him.

“I’m going to need you to help me hold your dog. It might be more comfortable if you hold ‘em while I do this” I explained. He smirked and nodded, pulling the dog closer to him, holding his small frame. He stood and while he wasn’t huge beside me, he still towered over my short stature. The closeness was nerve racking, his breaths sounding almost like a slumbering beast. He leaned in close, his chin just hovering over my shoulder.

“Whatever you say” He blows.

The Dachshund didn’t even seem phased as I ran all the routinely tests, its tail wagged and it stared at Pete with big doe eyes throughout the entire process. Pete placed it on the floor and it ran around happily on the pads of its paws.

“Everything is perfect!” I say with relief. Pete flashes a kind smile and rubs the stubble on his chin.

“Tha’s good…” He mumbles. We stood in awkward silence for a few moments, just staring into each others’ eyes.

The puppers pawed at my feet and I instinctively looked down at it. Pete trudged over and scooped it up, cradling it in his muscular arm.

“Well, thanks…I guess” He stuck out his free hand and offered a knowing simper. Hesitantly, I took it and felt a blush creep up my neck to my apple cheeks. Without processing it at first, he pulled my hand up to his lips and delicately pressed his pink lips to my knuckle, nibbling on it slightly.

“No problem…” I breathed quietly.

And that was it, he left me in a state of flustered heat. I swear I was about to have a heart attack. If he keeps this up, he’ll be the death of me.

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I’m in the midst of writing a Pete Dunne fic. Anyone interested?

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Free Time Killer

So,

I’m not new to fanfiction writing,

and I would like to start on here as well.

I am what the kids call a ‘fandom slut’.

I will write for things that are in the hashtags below.

I need to write.

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I don't see why everyone points this out, I've already come to terms that I love assholes.

[filthytricksyhobbitses]

the most frustrating part about being a girl in the lotr/hobbit fandom is that your voice cant go low enough to sing the misty mountain song 

[brolinjosh]