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⌲ To be fair, you always look hench. ⌲ Nah it ain’t my wallpaper. ⌲ My wallpaper's the one of ya naked passed out on my bathroom floor. ⌲ ‘S a good one. ⌲ The bar one comes close second though.

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                                             ☼ @topeconhiilo​ ☼

                                  ❦  ❝ rise and shine, sleepyhead! ❞ katerina tugs open the shades, casting a bright glow into the room; it had snowed during the night, and everything on her property looked pristine. she’d allowed the hellhound to rest, letting his wounds heal before deciding to work her magic as it were. ❝ there’s food in the kitchen and i’ve worked up some medicine to help the healing along. there are also fresh clothes in the bathroom along with towels. ❞ she turned, bright smile stretched across her features. ❝ it’s a lovely day outside, so let’s get to it. ❞

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@tragicfated || jon & maryse

       “HEY. Saw a movie the other night. Made me think of ya.”

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@topeconhiilo ------ happy birday peterson dunneingham palace

        Spike was never hard to find, the lazy grump he was, if he wasn’t on his bed then he was on hers... or on the couch... or on some fabric she left piling on the ground, or... on any comfortable thing he could find. Admittedly, before getting the idea to find Spike for this small SnapChat to Pete for his birthday, she had recorded about ten different ones of just herself. Three of them were normal enough, her singing, but she didn’t like it. Four had been with some filter involved, but she didn’t like those either. One had been a bit more risque, singing ‘Happy Birthday, Mr. President’ and even whisping her hair over like Marilyn Monroe with bright red lipstick, but she had absolutely no confidence to send that. And then the last two was her basically complaining about making a birthday snap so damn complicated by overthinking it. It was finally that she settled on the idea of using Spike. Pete liked dogs, after all. 

        Pointing her camera at Spike, starting the video, Valentina started to sing in what could only be a cartoon-y way. Making it seem as if Spike was singing, she zoomed in slowly into his face... before he got up and left. “Happy Birthday..to...you... wow.” Of course, it was very Spike to never corporate. Pressing so the camera shifted to the face camera, she gave a very unimpressed face before speaking. “What a little grump... Guess he’s young and bitter too.” Short laugh, time ending there. Quickly, she sent that off before she could decide it wasn’t enough. It clearly wasn’t going to get any better than that. And then she stared at the phone for too long... waiting for him to see it? They were still in Europe so the timezones were a lot closer but was she really going to sit here and wait for him to open it? What was she? A high schooler? How------ Wait!

        Remembering that she didn’t wish him a proper birthday, because of Spike’s abrupt leaving, she quickly took the phone again. “O------Oh! Happy Birthday, Pete! Forgot to properly say it, hah. See you later... Maybe?” And she sent it like that. Okay, now she had to leave the phone alone.

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@villcinenterprises || candice & pete

     An animalistic snarl rips from his throat before he can stop himself. The locker room around him looks like a tornado has gone through it, and in a way it has. He’s standing unnaturally still in the center of the room, chest rising and falling with ragged breaths as he looks at Candice. His face is hidden behind the veil of his hair. 

    “DON’T.” his voice barely above a whisper. “Fuckin’ don’t.”

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@goldcrafted || pete & becky

     teeth are bared in a silent snarl, expression twisted to a look of pure annoyance. he takes a deep steadying breath, eyes sliding shut for a moment before he turns to look at her. “fuckin’ tired of people outside the uk tryin’ ta take my title.” his jaw clenches as he tries to keep his control. “it’s the fuckin’ UK Title for a fuckin’ reason.”

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@topeconhiilo ------ text message 

( mssg ------ bruiserweight ): so... it’s been killing me and i really need to ask. ( mssg ------ bruiserweight ): the bear tattoo on the knee... ( mssg ------ bruiserweight ): is the bear on the knee... because you wrestle with bare knees? 

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Not even the cold night air could touch him right there in that moment, not with the tingling sensation on his lips where Pete had briefly been moments ago, not with his hand still there at the back of his neck. For a moment he opened and closed his mouth as he searched for the words to come to his lips, his arms hanging limply at his sides. “Goodnight?” he squeaked, a wide, almost giddy smile growing on his face at their still close proximity – part of him eagerly wanted to reach out and touch but he thought better of it. “I don’t want you to go now…”