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@peterstewart Peter, but you already knew that. Twenty six. Actor, singer, and surf instructor. Call me if you want to book a lesson...or anything else ;)

[peterstewart]

Moodboard: Peter Stewart

[peterstewart]

thegeorgehenry:

“Yeah, to be fair though, when Curious George came out, I was in High School, and let me tell you, high schoolers will take every opportunity to give you crap for something like that. But you’re right, there aren’t many Georges anymore,” he said with a shrug. “Hey, that’s not true, hipsters are all about growing their own vegetables and herbs and stuff. I’m sure most of them consider themselves farmers. And actually fun fact: one of the most commonly aquacultured organisms in California is algae,” he told the other, getting slightly excited to share the information. “Yeah, I’ve literally never heard of that and now I need to see this video.”

"Wait, the book or the movie? Cause I think the first book came out in like, the 40′s. Unless you’re a time traveler and you haven’t told me about it, I’m guessing you mean the movie. High schoolers are idiots. I mean, not that I’d know personally cause I didn’t go to actual school, but pretty much anyone between the ages of eleven and eighteen are bound to be idiots. It’s just common knowledge.” Peter raised an eyebrow at George, smirking. “Don’t tell me you’re striving to be like a hipster, George, I’ll disown you. I know I myself can be a pretentious dick, but hipsters make a living off of that stereotype. It’s so stupid. Like wow, congrats, you can grow a tomato. My little sister did the same thing in elementary school for a science project, doesn’t make you any cooler. I’ll have to tell her about the algae thing, too. She’s kind of into that stuff like you are.” Peter yanked out his phone, now on a mission to find the video. “I’m pretty sure it was popular on Vine for a while, God rest that app’s soul. I don’t know about you, but I miss laughing at people doing stupid shit for seven seconds.”

[peterstewart]

brooks-paige:

“Go hard or go home,” they joked. They nodded at his question and smiled. “Yeah, something like that. Just kind of want a brighter vibe. A lot of the stuff in my apartment was a little darker colored and it was throwing me off. Plus I bought some new art and the rest of the place needs to accommodate it,” they half joked. “Are you embarrassed?” Paige laughed softly as he tried to give them an explanation. “As long as it wasn’t Taylor Swift then it’s not likely I’ll judge very much.” They raised an eyebrow and looked over before laughing. “Oh come on, some trashy pop? That is my aesthetic,” they joked. “Don’t be ashamed, own it. I’ll give you a chance to tell me what you usually listen to though, if you’re feeling that shy.” They smirked as they lead him to their apartment and pushed open the door before walking over to set some of the boxes down. “So what’s your go to drink?”

"That’s pretty much my motto about life...and other things,” he replied, a small smirk on his face. “Oh yeah? You should totally do a new paint job if inspiration strikes. If you give it yellow or gold accents, it looks really good on sunny days. Makes the whole place a little brighter, or so the HGTV shows say.” Peter gave them a shrug, although his face answered the question he couldn’t admit out loud. “Hey, Taylor has some great jams and I’m not ashamed to admit that. I’m also into hot blondes, so that helps her case. Anything else though is...okay, yes, kind of embarrassing. There are some pop songs that you love even if they’re awful and it’s okay, but there’s also the ones that you lock away and never tell anyone ever that you like it. It’s your aesthetic, huh? So does that mean you’re still mourning the loss of Zayn from One Direction?” He pursed his lips in though as he considered what he normally listened to. “My go-to is mostly old school R&B, maybe some new stuff. A little bit of rap, rock if the mood calls for it, some classics. Whatever speaks to me in the moment, basically.” He followed Paige’s lead, setting the boxes down besides theirs. “That is also something dependent on my mood. Beer, tequila shots, or whiskey are my top three go to’s. How about you? Has to be something good, since I know now that cheap isn’t your style.”

[peterstewart]

nora-sawyer:

“Please,” she laughed. “As if it’s hard to beat Jared at anything.” Visibly relieved nothing’s happened to Peter’s beastie, Nora removed the kitschy jewelry from around her neck and wrists and tossed it away. “Good because I’m only going to be with him.” One teasing look sent Peter’s way later, she added: “And to fall asleep on your super comfortable couch of course. Before we go, I need to change,” she gestured to her costume dress– or rather, a heavy mass of colorful fabric sewn together. So the blonde swept up her golden locks up off her neck and back and turned her back to him. “Undo my corset, please.”

As much as Nora loved the chase, every exciting part of it– she had to agree with Peter. Her idea of a good relationship involved two people moving forward together as equals, not a predator and prey running around in circles. The woman didn’t dare say anything out loud for she suspected it was only his coping mechanism talking which was meant to comfort him. Perhaps if she came back into his life, he’d take her back without a second thought. Ugh, Nora hoped she wouldn’t stick around long enough to see it happen. It could only happen when she was in Hollywood, rich, famous and kissing Angelina Jolie. “Your sex wasn’t as kinky as it should be? Unacceptable,” Her jaw dropped in a dramatic gasp before her lips spread into a grin “Maybe it wasn’t meant to be after all.” At his comment, she snorted. “You’re an ugly crier so I imagine I’d start kissing away your tears,” her hand she kept in his but to prove a point, she hitched a leg over his lap and wrapped an arm around him, now she was much like a koala bear around the bamboo tree. “So you like this, huh?”

"Believe it or not, he’s really good at Mario Kart...and Wii Sports, too, actually. He kicks my ass every time we do rounds of golf on it.” He gave her a look, expressing fake offense and placing a hand against his own chest. “Wow. Using me for my dog? I’ve finally hit a major low point in my life. And to think we were getting so close.” He was thankful for the distraction once she turned around, his hand sliding across her skin before loosening the ribbon of the corset. He made sure that each tug was as gentle as possible, his hands gently resting against her lower back once it was completely unraveled. It wasn’t a sexy moment or anything, per se, but it was still just as intimate. He’d settled back on the couch after that moment had passed, not much changing conversation wise between the outfit swap.

“Please, the sex is always kinky. Not everyone is fit to handle it, though, and I guess I have to learn to cope with that,” he replied, the more relaxed smile on his face showing relief of the conversation’s shift. If there was anyone he could genuinely express himself around, he would’ve loved for it to be Nora. Unfortunately, he guarded his feelings to a point that letting any vulnerability show caused him to lock right back up again and pretend it never happened. It wasn’t the healthiest, but it was the only way he could think to cope when he wasn’t putting it towards acting. He snorted in response to her, shaking his head. “Silly Nora, there’s not one part of me that can be described as ugly without it being a lie. I happen to be an adorable crier, maybe it’s time to pay a visit to your optometrist and book an appointment. Kissing them away though? That’s like, cheesy romance novel level. What would you do after that, hmm?” He couldn’t help but let out another laugh as she attempted to ‘cuddle’ him, or whatever she was doing. He wanted to call it a side straddle, but decided against it at the last minute. “Maybe not exactly that. My style is a little more like...hold on,” he started, cutting off his sentence as he attempted to demonstrate. He shifted around on the couch until Nora was sandwiched between his side and the couch. He slid an arm around her, pulling her closer so that she could rest her head against his shoulder or chest, wherever she felt she fit best. Their still interlocked hands now rested against abdomen. “There. That’s how I do it. Your way was cute, though.”

[peterstewart]

jacquelineswagner:

“It’s like a mermaid dress, not sure if it’s synonymous or just similar though.” Jacqueline looked impressed when she heard about Peter’s sister going to Harvard. She had gotten into Cornell and Georgetown, but elected to go to Penn State so that she could be close to home. “I’m from Pennsylvania originally, the Philadelphia area,” she replied. She knew that Peter meant well, trying to patch things up for the Wagner-Delaney cousins so that they can go back to being close. Jacqueline and Jared may not have always seen eye-to-eye, but they cared about each other. “Impact is greater than intent. He implied that I was a sex worker in front of many people. Including one man that I worked with,” Jacqueline told Peter, shaking her head. “I know he didn’t mean it, but he can’t just expect you to talk to me about it and expect the damage to be undone.”

"Trumpet dress just sounds so much uglier. Like if some high end model said ‘Oh, yes, this is a trumpet dress,’ I’d probably start laughing. Mermaid dress is a lot nicer.” Peter nodded, obviously curious when she mentioned originally being from Philly. “So what brought you here? Cause you’re not exactly close to home or anything, Jackie.” He sighed, obviously not seeing the situation in the same light that she did. Obviously he was impartial to Jared’s side of things, but despite that, he didn’t know if she was going about it the right way. “You out of all people should know he rarely means what he says. He didn’t straight up tell you ‘hey cousin of mine, you’re a skanky whore,’ so even if you think that’s what was implied, it really wasn’t.” He shrugged lightly, his view of what happened apparently much simpler than everyone else’s. “He doesn’t. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t even know I’m talking to you. I’m just...I don’t know. I have three sisters, and if I fucked up with one of them, I’d appreciate if Jared tried to put in a good word. That’s all it is. He may have said something stupid, but that doesn’t mean he is stupid. He’s grown up enough to understand that. Just talk to him. It’s not gonna be better overnight, but it’ll be a lot better than it is now.”

[peterstewart]

cranebitch:

“         and your aim’s unflappable ,   mr.stewart .    sorry  -   i meant  infallible .     you know ,       you sound    exactly     like this client of mine back in california .      funny ,     good looking guy  -   had the prettiest eyes i’ve ever seen .           too bad about the  HOSTAGES   &    kidnapping ,       though .               but to answer your question …     yes .         ”

"You know, I didn’t hear most of what you said after funny and good looking, cause...well, look at me, you know it’s true. Hostages, though, that’s a new one. What exactly were you getting up to before you came here? Cause it sounds pretty kinky.”

[peterstewart]

jhcrmcns:

“Not really,” he quipped back, sipping the one of four beers he had drank throughout the entire night. If he didn’t drink some form of alcohol, he would’ve already been cowered into a corner, having a panic attack at all of the people touching his things and probably, eventually, breaking them. “I wouldn’t have hit Jared if he didn’t call his own cousin a prostitute.”

Even though it was only four beers, it was enough for him to let his guard down. The entire situation was out of his control and, you know what? He couldn’t be bothered to care. It’s very clear someone had a big mouth, because he didn’t intend for this. He was sure there were ways to trace this back to whoever it was, even if it was through anonymous texts, because nothing was actually anonymous anymore. And it was very clear that Peter, someone who once thought a friend, was really taking Jared’s side over something this stupid and something where J was clearly on the correct side. 

“But, whatever you want to believe – I can’t control you,” he commented, taking another sip. Of course, now that Peter was out of the question for hang outs, James’ attitude was a bit easier to conjure up. For someone who lost his footing around women and stuttered when someone said something nice to him, if Jared came into view, he was able to pull insults and calmness out of thin air. He had begun with guilt after the bonfire, but now he didn’t feel anything. Jacqueline surely wasn’t mad at him, J was no longer mad at himself for it because it was well deserved, and those were the only people that mattered because Jared was clearly wrong.

“Have a great night.” 

“I’m pretty sure the exact words ‘Jacqueline, you’re a prostitute’ never left his mouth, but I guess the way you hear things and other people hear things is quite different. Aren’t you supposed to be a rocket scientist or whatever it is? Cause they’re usually smart and don’t solve their problems by punching them. I guess there’s a lot I don’t really know about you.” Peter knew that his defending of Jared came to a point that blinded him to any other alternative. Sure, he could’ve been logical and asked James about his side of things. He could’ve talked it out with J in a rational way. Unfortunately, that wasn’t going happen. He had a naturally protective nature when it came to family and friends he cared about, and the image of the dark ring around Jared’s eye was enough for that side to kick in.

“It’s kind of hard to believe someone when your best friend has a fucking eye that’s now purple and black. And you’re not even defending it, so tell me, what about those two things makes you think I’d even begin to believe you?” Peter raised a eyebrow, his expression changing to a mixture of disbelief and annoyance as J’s last comment seemed to be an attempt to brush him off. “What, is that your way of trying to make me leave?” he asked, taking a step closer to the other guy. It wouldn’t exactly be described as getting in J’s face, but it was on the borderline of breaking personal space. “What are you gonna do if I don’t, huh? Punch me? Sleep with my cousin?”

[jhcrmcns-blog]

Like any other Friday night, there were only 2 options for J: get caught doing nothing, or get caught in a bottle at some bar down town. He opted for the first, inviting over a handful of friends to rewatch Star Wars and have a few beers – a very casual night. However, that all changed when the door bell rang again and all of the guests looked around at each other. Everyone had arrived, and the movie was about to start. “Did anyone invite anyone else?” He questioned, gesturing towards the door as everyone else denied having asked someone else to come. 

Shrugging it off, he moved towards the door and opened it, revealing another person he didn’t expect to be here. “I’m sorry, why are you here?” He asked, brown eyes darting behind the and noting that there was no one else, so maybe they just liked Star Wars and somehow got wind. “Whatever,” he chuckled out, moving to the side and letting them in. It was only one person, and it couldn’t hurt.

At least, not until the door bell rang again, and everyone looked confused again once more, someone had even moved over to the couch and was peering out the window to spy. “There’s a few people,” they insisted, but James thought this was weird enough as is and in no normal circumstance would things get any weirder. “You’re fucking kidding me,” he replied, trying to keep his cool but still very clearly caught off guard, especially once he opened the door and saw more people outside. They insisted that there was a party at this address, which J denied but decided to let them in anyway. With nearly 10 people in his house, he didn’t know what to do once the door bell rang again, so he just opened it and let people in.

“Am I too nice?” He asked whoever could hear him. “You can be honest, I think I’m too nice.” He looked around his now filled house, regretting every wanting to have people over because it had clearly gotten out of control. But, hey, at least he had beer. “This is the most people that have ever been in my house at one time,” J admitted, finally looking to the person and making eye contact. “Wow, I didn’t even realise it was you.”

[peterstewart]

“That’s funny, I don’t think that at all.” The tone of Peter’s voice could best be described as salty. He didn’t even plan on showing up, but something about the Craigslist ad was so funny to him that he at least had to come and check out the mess that had been made. Considering that he also knew who posted it, showing up to mentally take a damage report seemed necessary. At the same time, it wasn’t all about that. There was a point where he’d actually liked J, before the whole bonfire mess with Jared had went down and he’d without question taken his best friend’s side of things. Now, he didn’t know what to think about him and J’s friendship, if that’s what it was or used to be. The comment about not realizing who he was talking to brought a non-humored grin to Peter’s face. “Too busy scouting out new people to beat the shit out of, right Muhammad Ali? Looks like you have a whole new group to choose from. Naked Larry might be your best bet if he shows up. He’s a pretty easy target. He’s so off in his own, crazy world that he wouldn’t expect it to happen. Maybe I’m wrong, but it seems like that’s the kind of thing you get a thrill out of.”

[elenacabot-deactivated20210521]

“Jeremy — open up!” sophia coaxed as she stood on the outside of the locked house. The child had always been a troublesome one, and the only person who could handle him was the girl who had a lucky charm with children. Unfortunately, it seemed that her luck had worn off with her recent return. When someone walked out the road, the brunette flushed red and forced a smile. “Sorry, I’m just locked out.” Hoping that they would walk away without thinking twice, she knew it wouldn’t happen when she realized her five year old cousin was in the window, laughing and sticking his tongue. 

[peterstewart]

Peter had to stifle a laugh as he watched Sophia pounding at the door. He wasn’t laughing at her, but at the situation she was in. “Wow, such a sweet kid,” he said, the playful sarcasm evident as his attention was turned to the boy now making faces in the window. He let out a real laugh of his own before walking in her direction. “I was a shithead like that when I was younger. Did you try the calling his mom threat? Pretend that you’re talking to her on the phone, that one would usually get me behaving in no time. Nothing is scarier than knowing your parent is gonna whoop your ass when they get home. Either that or, uh...maybe a spare key? Did you check under any mats or planters?”

[lilacsolano]

in the air tonight II peter & nora

[peterstewart]

nora-sawyer:

Peter raised an eyebrow, each word from Nora’s mouth teasing him more than what was likely intentional. With her, you could never be too sure. His bottom lip was enveloped by his own teeth as he became increasingly aware of her every movement. The actions were so meticulous that he couldn’t help but play along with her game, if that’s what you called it. His fingers were light against her skin while she guided his hands, only softly tracing near her leg. When she turned around, though, that was a different story. “No? Well thanks for the update. I’ll be sure to keep that in mind,” he murmured, letting his lips trail across her shoulder while his hands kept busy with her breasts. He kneaded the skin, his thumbs strategically running across her nipples. He could do better, though, he knew that. With the only warning being another smack of his hand to her ass, he swiped himself against her folds before reentered her once again. It made for a more difficult position but it didn’t make it any less enjoyable. The groan of ecstasy he let out as the warmth enveloped him proved that. Every thrust from his end was now done in a more strategic sense, trying to hit the perfect angle. While one hand stayed against her side, the other tangled her hair into a makeshift pony-tail, giving her head a gentle tug bag while leaning forward to meet her halfway. “How’s that for holding back, hmm?” he muttered, placing a kiss on the corner of her jawline. “Might wanna start eating your words, Sawyer.” With that, the hand that was previously gripping her hip slid forward, moving across the skin with ease and only stopping once he found her clit. “Holding back isn’t something you’re gonna have to worry about ever again,” he grinned, using his index and middle finger to jerkily circle against the sensitive nub, “I can promise that.”

[angelstoker]

“        you can keep yapping about that if you want to follow me to the shooting range .     i’m sure grandfather won’t mind company ,   as long as you’re not  …   fidgety about guns .       how’s your   AIM ?         ”

[peterstewart]

“Well I have plenty of experience with guns, but it might be a different kind of gun than the one you’re talking about handling. When I see something that I have my eye on, I always make sure my aim is perfect. What’s after the shooting range, sweetheart? You whipping out the handcuffs?”

[peterstewart]

nora-sawyer:

“Vicky is way ahead of you,” she stated matter-of-factly. “We’re meeting for drinks next week and she promised to bring me some old photos, aww. Can’t wait to see the Orville origins.” However, one more detail caught her attention and she spun on her chair to look at him, wearing a serious expression.“Only you? Where’s Jake?!” Wrapped up in the idea of ending the long day at Peter’s place, on his cozy couch, Nora failed to register it sounded much like a date. No, date was a dangerous word. No date = no complications = no pressure. The woman convinced herself it was just a dude and a dudette falling into a comfortable pattern and hanging out. Nora scooted closer to him and her body faced him, one foot tucked under her. The atmosphere had changed, as expected, as she was brought up. The blonde, however, didn’t expect him to open up as much as he had. Unsure of what else to do, she propped her chin on his shoulder just to show she was there. Her own heart sank, though, at his confession about being able to imagine their future together. Nora couldn’t picture herself in a commited relationship with one person for longer than two months, let alone a lifetime. It must’ve been horrible for Peter, losing something that precious to him. The woman so took a long sip of her drink. “If it’s meant to be,” she used those strange words carefully, having chosen them because of him, since he believed in that sort of nonsense? “You’ll find your way back to each other,” she swallowed before offering him a weak smile. Clearly, it wasn’t the scenario Nora rooted for, but who was she to stand in the way of true love.

“You can’t force yourself to get her out of your head– you can’t control your feelings, trust me on that.” Nora directed her gaze back to her glass and focused on watching the ice melt. “What you can do, in my humble opinion, is acknowledge you maybe made a mistake or two but that’s okay because you’re human. You can always work on yourself– just because you lost her doesn’t mean you lost everything– your passion, you intellect or your ability to feel something,” Nora turned her head a bit to nuzzle his shoulder with her nose, as if it would relieve the tension. For a moment there she considered leaving a kiss as well but decided against it. She couldn’t afford to be selfish so she just took a deep breath inhaling him before murmuring. "Please, don’t lose yourself, Peter.”

“You know, I thought I regret telling Jared my middle name the most, but you’re starting to edge him out of first place,” he said with a small grin. In all honesty, he didn’t mind Nora seeing that side of him, so long as his sister didn’t plan on using his worst photos (which he had revenge blackmail for, just in case.) Pictures were easy, it was actually letting someone in and going deeper than just the photos that was hard. “Okay, Jake too. He’ll likely be sleeping, though, so that’s why I didn’t include him as company, per se. So me and a half.” A soft sigh pushed past his lips once he felt the weight of Nora’s chin on his shoulder. He didn’t get to a vulnerable place unless it were for the sake of an audition or in front of someone he trusted. He didn’t know exactly where he stood with Nora most days, but what he did know was that she was reliable, and that was enough. Unlike a lot of people he knew, she wouldn’t be the type to twist what’d he told her and use it in a moment of weakness. “Yeah, maybe. In the end, I just think that we weren’t right for each other. Being completely different from each other was what make everything so exciting in the first place. It was all about the chase, but I guess that as time goes by, those little things make it more difficult. There’s not a lot to win after you get your prize...I mean, it didn’t feel that way to me, but I don’t know. Not everything is meant to last forever. Besides, if we were still together, I wouldn’t have gotten to experience all the kinky, rebound sex that I did,” he said with a smile, although it didn’t reach his eyes. It vanished almost as fast as it came. His line of vision now directed downward at Nora’s arm which he’d distracted himself with, tracing patterns with his index finger against her skin. He took in every word she was saying, he just didn’t know how to respond to it all. Even as someone who made a living by expressing emotions, Peter was spastic when it came to his own. “Okay,” he responded quietly, finally looking over at her. Of course, being himself meant that he felt the urge to make the situation less serious as soon as possible. He could only handle the meaningful moments in small doses. “But maybe I’ll have to get all soft on you again if that makes you want to cuddle up close to me. I can only imagine how you’d react if I started shedding actual tears,” he smirked. His words may have been changing the subject, but the way his hand found its way to hers and intertwined their fingers spoke more about his feelings than he verbally could. 

[peterstewart]

jacquelineswagner:

“Really? I think a trumpet dress would look super cute on you,’ Jacqueline teased amid the slight tension. “Which school did she go to? I did an internship in New York during the summer after sophomore year. And being an east coaster myself, I can assure you that we’re not all extra like that,” the blonde said, failing to mention that she had her own ideas for how her own hypothetical nuptials would be. “Can’t say I’ve seen any black veils, but maybe the salesperson would be able to direct you to some?” She raised an eyebrow at his question. “Who, you?” she asked, her smile fading when he answered his own question. “I don’t believe it, he’s sending you to talk to me instead of talking to me himself?”

"Trumpet? What the hell, that can’t be the real name of a dress cut. Sweetheart I get because the top part near the boobs is sorta shaped like a heart, but trumpet? No,” he said, shaking his head. “She went to med school at Harvard, but I think she did her internship in New York or something like that. She’s the brains of the family, whereas I’m the beauty. It all balances out. I didn’t know you’re from out east, though, which part?” All previous talk about the stupid headpiece seemed to be put aside once the topic shifted to Jared. “He didn’t send me, I’m not his boyfriend. I’m just a concerned citizen who’s sick of him moping around about the bonfire.” He sighed, attempting to convey that he felt seriously about it. Peter wasn’t always the best when it came to matter of feelings, but he was an actor, so he could at least BS his way through them. “What he said...he didn’t mean for it to hurt you. He did hurt you, and that sucks, but it wasn’t his intention. You know he's not like that.”

[peterstewart]

thegeorgehenry:

“Unfortunately I don’t think I’m cool enough for a Bill Nye collab yet, maybe if my theme song was catchier, then I’d get a call from his people,” George laughed. “Yeah, I had tinder for like 30 seconds when it came out, but that was a long time ago, when I first got to Hermosa, then I just gave up. I’m bad enough at texting people back, I couldn’t handle that. Hopefully neither of us get desperate enough to get back on it,” he joked, despite actually having no interest in dating currently. “Yeah, I literally have no idea what the hell you’re talking about, but it definitely sounds like something you made up when you were high.”

"What are you talking about? You’re totally cool. I mean, for one thing, your name is George. How many people are there in the world named George anymore? Well, other than presidents and monkeys, I should say, but there’s still not a whole lot. It’s become one of those unique names for dudes. Kind of like Bob and Richard, you don’t see those around too much anymore.” Peter snorted, shrugging in response. “There’s always Farmer’s Only, although I’m not sure too many people would believe us if we said we’re farmers living in Hermosa. The two don’t really fit unless we farm...I don’t know, mollusks. Crabs. Stuff like that.” Peter held up a finger, as if he felt a deep urge to prove he wasn’t crazy. “No, dude, I swear it’s a real thing. She sings about avocado's at first, and then I guess seeing that you can’t do much with just that, she breaks into song about guacamole. Unless I was tripping out really bad, I promise you she’s a real, living person.”

[peterstewart]

nora-sawyer:

jared-delaney :

“Peter Stewart, look at you,” Jared congratulated although the moment he felt the other’s elbow nudge his side, the blond couldn’t help but visibly wince. James had done a number on his face, that was obvious but he sure as hell didn’t forget to get in a few good jabs to his torso in the process. “Man, you really hit that? You lucky son of a bitch. I’m not gonna lie, Sawyer gets those hot blonde roles for a reason, even if she is a pain in the ass.” Of course, those words would be taken to the grave, Jared admitting that Nora was actually attractive without some sort of sarcastic tone to accompany his words. She couldn’t possibly hear that from the blond male, it’d just go to her head and there was plenty of ego in the trio already. Besides, it would mess up their whole dynamic. “I’m gonna take my time with this, what do I want..first of all, you shouldn’t have even made that bet man. I’m surprised you even lasted this long without trying to fuck her.” Pensive in his expression, Jared pondered over what Peter could possibly give him. “Maybe just hearing you say that you were wrong and I was right is good enough,” Jared finally insisted. 

“Maybe she’s moving all her junk in here. You’re gonna walk out to a fluffy pink couch. Isn’t that right, Sawyer?” The inquiry directed at Nora had been yelled across the bathroom, but when no answer was heard the blond got curious. Determination getting the better of him, Jared made his best attempt stand up as carefully as he could manage, trying not to use too many muscles in the process. His hands quickly found support on the edge of the sink however once he had finally managed to stand his aching frame upright. Between an alcohol-induced headache and the physical fight which had more or less rattled around his brain, things were looking a little dazed and confused for Jared. He proceeded to remain where he stood until his hand was placed on Peter’s shoulder for support then went on to venture out of the bathroom. “You’re right, I’m bringing you with me next time, and Sawyer too. She can be the distraction.”

In the kitchen Nora stood with arms folded across her chest in a protective manner, chewing the inside of her cheek. Should anyone come in asking, she’d tell them she was waiting until the tea had cooled. In reality she was doing her best to sort out her rushing thoughts. The blonde really didn’t mind being the center of Peter and Jared’s attention, the apple of their eye, their GaGa. So the bet part she was fine with. What bothered her for the most part (and damn her for not being able to resist it) were the implications the bet brought. Even though it was a well-known fact Jared’s entire world revolved around her, he didn’t exactly like everything about her– he made it clear on several occasions. Alright, on a daily basis. The point is, he never pretended. Peter had, however, come to see her play, support her. He had been there for her. He truly made her believe she was incredible. And she sometimes caught him looking at her, in those particular moments his look took her breath away. He had shared so much with her and she had just begun opening up to him. More importantly, she enjoyed spending time with him. So… The scariest part of the Bet was, what if it was all a lie? What if he faked it all, just for the sake of some juvenile bet he had going on with Jared? Reflexively, Nora put a hand to her chest as if the gesture would calm her throbbing heart somehow. Quickly, she turned away and her gaze landed on her own expression in a mirror (no wonder Peter had them all over the house). She had a devastated look on her face which was absolutely unacceptable, she had to push it all away. So the actress decided to put on a smile and stood there until her cheeks began to hurt. Only when she believed it did she resume her work in the kitchen.

When the two of them came into the living room, Nora lay sprawled across the sofa with a book in her hand. Tea was served in wine glasses on the coffee table. “Delaney, you take the armchair, it’s big and comfortable enough. Stewart– floor.” The woman gave out the orders, without so much as looking at Peter them. “Which one of you doesn’t like pineapple on pizza? I wasn’t sure so I ordered two pineapple pizzas for you,” she chuckled darkly. “Also I couldn’t find mugs so I got the next best thing.” Actually since her mind had been preoccupied, she didn’t have the time to go through the cupboards and look for them. “I suppose I could be a distraction,” she sighed lightly and lifted her gaze, it skimmed over the one and then the other. “What do I get in return, though? After all two injured dudes after a fight are more work than just one.”

“You could probably hit that too if you didn’t bash her so much. She’s a bit too young for your taste, though, so we’ll just let me handle it.” Peter gently touched a hand to where he nudged Jared beforehand, a physical way of apologizing once he noticed his friend’s grimace. The tender moment didn’t last too long as him and Jared got back on topic, rolling his eyes. “I mean, I have fucked her before. Do you not remember my movie trailer stories, or did I tell someone else about those? Point is, this wasn’t the first time we’d actually done it, but it is the first time it felt...different. I’m not gonna bore you with that, though. I’m gonna let you gloat for a bit, seeing that this is the first time in a long time that you’re the one who’s right. Ninety percent of the time, it’s me.” Peter watched, resisting the urge to shake his head as Jared slowly got to his feet. If the situation were reversed, Peter would be lying in the bathtub and hamming up the suffering as much as possible. “That was like watching a baby giraffe being born. Remind me again to never let you get drunk and try to kick ass all in one night. You’re lucky it was that easy to get up.” Acting as his make-shift crutch for the time being, Peter followed along with Jared into the living room.

He raised an eyebrow once he noticed Nora, not really confused about seeing her spread out on the couch with a book (because in all honesty, the vibe completely fit her), but why she was there alone. Perhaps it was to get away from the bro talk, but something about the move seemed off, especially when her comment about him getting the floor rather than an actual seat came out. “Whoa. What do I look like, Jake?” he scoffed, gesturing to his dog who was currently fast asleep near the front door. “Guess we have to listen to her highness,” he joked, trying to keep his voice light as he did so. Trying to look as casual as possible, he snagged a pillow off the couch before settling down onto the plush carpet, laying on his side and resting an elbow against the pillow. He’d be stupid to not notice how she didn’t even glance over at him directly, but this night was about Jared, not him. He wasn’t about to bring anything up when he didn’t even know if there was anything to talk about between them. “I’m more into meat lovers,” he started to say, making sure the innuendo was present as it rolled off his tongue, “but Hawaiian is fine, too. Jared, are you a pineapple hater? This might cause a rift in our friendship if you are. I happen to love pineapple for more reasons than one.” He picked up his wine glass, momentarily forgetting that it was tea and not alcohol until he was hit with the bland, grandmotherly taste. He was in the middle of another sip when her next sentence had Peter making a face. “Whoa now, do you really think that little of us? You don’t think that me and Jared combined could take on J? You have me wondering if you spiked the tea, Nora.”

[peterstewart]

jacquelineswagner:

Peter was Jared’s best friend, and it was safe to say that Jacqueline did not want to be around her younger cousin at the moment. But that didn’t mean that she should take her annoyances out on Peter; he was not responsible for what happened and even broke up the fight. Inhaling, Jacqueline nodded at him. “The romper is more versatile, I agree. It’s for a bridal shower, as you can probably expect from me being in a bridal boutique. My former roommate is getting married in two months.” Looking around, her eyes landed inquisitively on Peter. “What brings you here? Are you getting married?” she joked lightly.

Considering that Peter wasn’t stupid, Jacqueline’s shift in attitude was quite evident. He didn’t take it personally, knowing that if anything, she had a right to the way she felt. It was his best friend and her own family that had caused the tension. “Well I don’t come to them a lot myself. Most wedding dresses don’t flatter my figure, I’m more of a bad-ass pant-suit rocking guy,” he smirked. “Not anytime soon. One of my sisters got invited to some wedding in New York, she used to go to university over there. I don’t know if it’s just a crazy east coast people thing, but it’s murder mystery themed wedding, and apparently all the female guests are encouraged to wear black veil headpieces. They’re supposed to carry some here so she’s forced me to hunt them down, but unless I’ve gone blind, all I see is miles of white.” Although he knew his next segway was bound to backfire, his friend’s mopping made him feel like he needed to nudge some sort of plan into action. “Hey, you know who else isn’t getting married? That’s right, Jared. But if he was, he’d invite you to the wedding, and you know why? Cause you’re family, and family is really important to him.”

[peterstewart]

kitoriley:

“Sure, I’m not picky. There are plenty of people who eat bugs, so as long as it tastes good, it’s not like it’s poisonous.”

“Eugh, dude...” Peter’s nose wrinkled as he went through the imaginary motions of eating a bug. “It wouldn’t freak you out, y’know, feeling their nasty legs crunch to bits in your mouth as you took a bite down? Cause I couldn’t do that. Not even the finest chocolate in the world could disguise that.”