central city: part one

he is a simple admirer of the world peter - 25 - writer - traveler current chapter: 01 "Central City" {fma:b oc}

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14. French kiss

She had always thought kisses were such innocent things. A husband’s pecks his wife on the lips, a mother kisses a baby on the forehead, completely innocent and an expression of affection. 

But now, Peyton was finding that kisses were more than just little love pecks. They could be something of a more.. sensual nature.

And she found that out very fast after Ellis, whom had her pinned up against a wall in his apartment, started to creep his tongue into her mouth. One hand had her wrist pinned against the wall, while another hand was cupping the side of her face. Every movement his lips or tongue made, sent wild sensations down her spine and into the pit of her stomach. When there tongues began to tangle and dance, she couldn’t help but give a brief whimper. 

Kisses may not be innocent anymore.. but Peyton had to admit, she liked them twice as much now than before. 

[kingpetre]

And things had moved so quickly.  Lately, Peter couldn’t tell the difference between a really good week or a manic episode. No, not with her. although they had just met again last week, since then, Peter’s mood has been elevated, he’s been more sociable, the thoughts in his head have been racing: and he hasn’t had a good night’s rest since well, he can’t seem to remember when, restless nights, he thought about her. God, he finally had everything he needed. Everything was falling into place. Or maybe he just falling in love. Until he fell apart.

Well, everything’s good has to end, right? The higher you get, the further distance you’ve got to fall.

He could hear something in the back of his head. Screaming. The word was muffled. With his eyes closed shut, he tried to silence it. Until it was right in front of him.

The word STOP screeched in his ears as his eyes opened, Peyton was screaming it. No, she couldn’t have been. This was all in his head. He pulled back immediately and turned around, only to bump into himself///no, a delusion. God, no. It wasn’t real. And he could only think of Peyton’s face, hear her voice, how panicked she must be right now, Peter calm down Peter GOD CALM PETER STOP

He screamed in his head until he found himself screaming it out loud. The scream turned to a whisper. At some point, he had fallen to the ground- And he muttered to himself. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

As if he could actually be normal.

[kingpetre]

hc 04; smokes

Peter used to smoke a lot to the point of when he first left home. But eventually, he ran out of money to really buy cigarettes, and the withdrawal symptoms were something he doesn’t like to admit he fell prey to.

sometimes he goes back//slides back into the habit

[kingpetre]

ヅ

ヅ for a situation that got both our muses arrested

Well, this was exciting, wasn’t it?

Truth be told, his stomach was still grumblingjust as much as it had been before they had made the decision to shoplift.And their shoplifting attempt had been a failure.So as him and Peyton,who very beautifully attempted to play his pregnant wifegoing into early laborvery very early labor(admittedly, the plan wasn’t thought throughand peyton is way too slim)were being led out of the storein handcuffsbecause peter had so graciously granted upon themilitary policeman who had (rightly) accused them of falsehoodan intense patty-cake slap on his face.Very intense.(Oh how Peter loved an independent womanwho would save him from the evils of the military police)they both found their facesslammed against the hood of the police cars.Next to each other, at least.They both had their arms bounds behind their backs,and they looked into each other’s eyes-Peter leaned over and planted a gentle kiss on Peyton’s foreheadbefore being jerked away and thrown into a vehicle.That familiar grin found his face and Peyton was placed into a different vehicle.Get arrested with your significant other? [✓]

[kingpetre]

the artist; kaye/peter

When he got back to Central City, he felt like as if he didn’t know anyone.  a while back,  on the streets, before he felt overwhelmed by his daily dosage of normality, he was more social, he had met a lot of people, he had tried to know their stories. and on one day, before crossing a street and waiting for the cars to pass, Peter was thinking about someone he had met before. He never got to know much about her, although she was really nice and friendly, how much could you really open up to a complete (and not to mention homeless) stranger? But she told him her story: through her gorgeous art.

Her name was Kaye, he remembered.  And she looked like the blonde woman who was with that kid that he saw right next to- Hold up.

“oh uh..Kaye?” He called out to her in realization.  “Uh..Peter, if you remember aha-aND you’ve got a kid! Wow, you did the uh the thing, congrats!”

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Masterlist of Memes

Symbols

☹ My muse is visiting your muse on their death bed

♫ A drabble about our muses inspired by the next song that comes on shuffle

☻ A drabble of our muses on their wedding day

☺ my muse trying to piss yours off

ت our muses running into each other after not seeing each other for several years

ヅ for a situation that got both our muses arrested

シ my muse walks in on your naked

Ü your muse walks in on my muse naked

ϡ a goodbye letter from my muse to yours

♥ you muse suprises my muse with a kiss

۵ my muse kisses yours to shut them up

ღ a forehead kiss from my muse

웃 my muse torturing yours for information

유 my muse trying to seduce information from your muse

♈ a holiday drabble featuring our muses

♉ our muses are together when they get ambushed

≑ my muse wakes up in your muse’s body

?  my muse will ask your muse a question they always wanted to ask

+ my muse has died and your muse is included in their will

◈ my muse’s reaction to finding your muse beaten and bruised 

♊ my muse will do something stupid to impress your muse

✃ your muse visiting mine in the psych ward

♋ my muse visiting yours in the psych ward

❅ my muse rescues yours

✪ my muse seeing the ghost of your muse

● my muse’s turn offs

○ my muse’s turn ons

△ our muse’s get in a playful wrestling match

⍢ my muse gives yours a hickey

✧ our muses having dinner together

☎ my muse drunk dials your muse

✈ our muses on a flight together

☼ my muse giving yours a massage

♡ my muse flirts with your mue

☣ your muse visiting my muse in prison

♌ your muse visiting mine in prison

X my muse doesn’t remember anything from the night before. They have blood on their hands, and your muse is beaten at their feet.

☁ our muses are trapped in a fire together

〰 our muses are at the beach together

❢ my muse has lost their memory, and at the sight of your muse starts to remember things

✑ my muses daily routine

❂ a new years eve memory from my muse

✬ our muses share a new years eve kiss

✆ your muses name, ringtone, and icon in the muse’s phone

◙ a christmas gift from my muse

♍ a sexual story from my muse

₩ our muses are caught in a thunder storm together

❊  a regret my muse has about your muse

♎ your muse tracing one of my muse’s scars

♏ my muse tracing a scar of your muse’s

♐ my muse hearing your muse scream

♑ our muses go out for coffee together

♒ my muse visit’s your muse’s grave

♓ my muse injures your muse

✄ your muse injures my muse

☩ a dream my muse has about your muse

☨ my muse searching for your muse

☦ my muse trying to cheer up your muse

✞ my muse taking care of a your muse while their sick

✛ my muse trying to calm your muse down

✜ my muse trying to get your muse to recover from amnesia

✝ a confession from my muse to yours

✙ our muses shopping together

✠ our muses watching the stars together

« a past memory with our muses

» a daydream my muse has about yours

✐ a mistletoe kiss

✎ our muses going to a costume ball together

✏ our muses are evil and out reaking havoc together

♔ a kiss on the cheek

♕ a kiss on the palms

♖ a kiss on the back of the hand

♗ a kiss on the nose

♘ a kiss on the eyelids

♙ a kiss on a bruise

Sentence Memes

"You belong to me"

"I found you"

"I’m in jail"

"You make me so hot"

"I have to leave"

"Please don’t leave"

"And what about our parents?"

"Who did this to you?"

"You shouldn’t have done that"

"What happened last night"

"We never tell anyone about this"

"So, you want to play games?"

"Does that require pants?"

"Lets just have a lazy day"

"Then go kill the bitch"

"I’m pregnant"

"You broke me"

"Don’t touch me"

"You can’t fix this"

"There’s nowhere we can hide"

"I’m not listening"

"Who do you think you are?"

"I don’t need you here."

"Did I fall asleep?"

"A little evil goes a long, long way."

"I will not die."

"I don’t care."

"I have no regrets."

"I feel numb."

"All monsters are human."

"You look beautiful, but you don’t look fine."

"You look beautiful, but you don’t look fine."”

"How many time have I told you to be more careful?"

"Let’s get you to bed."

"I can’t even look at you, you promised not to get into any more fights!"

"Are you crazy?”

"Do you trust me?"

"How did you escape?"

"Is that blood behind your ear?"

"Take. This. Off. "

"What’s in it for me?"

"What’s in it for you?"

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[kingpetre]

the door across; peyton/peter

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“Ahehe, I-I suppose you’re right..” The way he spoke and responded to her, it was just so poetic and pleasing to her ears. She could talk to this man.. all day and all night if possible. 

“Y-yeah, m-my name is Peyton. What about you?” Perking up a little, she patiently awaited his name. And then she caught sight of that grin of his, and she suddenly just wanted to turn into a happy little puddle on the floor. That cheeky, sideways grin made her heart flutter and made her stomach twist in knots. Who was this man, and why was he driving her so crazy with just a simple look?

Ellis?

Ah, Ellis. The name of her heart’s captor, and the name of its prison-warden. 

“N-No way.. it’s not a girl’s name at all. I-It’s fairly unisex. A-And who cares if it’s a woman’s name at all? I still love it.. your name, I mean.”

[kingpetre]

“I like your name too, Peyton. Classic and unique. You might be the first Peyton I’ve ever met,” he told her. The word ‘Peyton’ sat in his mouth uncomfortably-he was lying straight to her face and automatically she was being open with him; something he didn’t deserve at all.

As if he hadn’t already had an identity crisis, now he would be going by two names. Peter//Ellis - Well, it was a middle name anyway. It’s not like it was a lie-no.

His doctor He told Peter to always catch himself before lying. He was an impulsive liar-this being a prime example. If there was ever a chance to tell her that you were “just kidding” this is your chance. No, you won’t tell her. At this point, the person who had a chance with Peyton was Ellis, not Peter.

“So, uh- Peyton. Were you heading out? I was about to take a walk maybe grab something to eat.” Another lie, well walking, yes- eating? not really. Peter had a shift in a little at the store, But his boss was so nice, she wouldn’t mind. Especially once she heard his excuse. “If you’re not busy, would you like to maybe help me choose what to eat? I’m pretty indecisive.”

[kingpetre]

the door across; peyton/peter

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Peyton couldn’t help but chuckle at all of it. Even though he was much older than her, he was too cute for his own good. Every word that came out of his mouth, was just cute, cute, cute! He was just oozing adorable from his skin. 

“Hehe, you’re a terrible liar, y’know,” She taunted him with a cheeky smile. She sashayed his way a little, grin set on her face. “How could they p-possibly be random, when they’re all things that I specifically like? And what neighbor gives another neighbor these kinds of gifts? Some of them still had price tags, y-y’know? I think you’re up to something here.”

She would never be so forward with anyone else, but he was being painfully obvious. And she loved that. She couldn’t help but adore him at this point.

[kingpetre]

How cute. Obviously his lie was caught. Well, to be straightforward now most likely wouldn’t pan out. How to avoid the question, was the question at hand here.

“Well,  I suppose I’ll go ahead and leave that interpretation up to you & your imagination.”

“Anyway,” Peter continued, “why does our introduction begin with the wrong questions? I think the question I should be asking is, What’s your name? Neighbors should know each other, generally, correct?

He shot her a quick grin, and began to introduce himself- Until he remembered that he wanted her to ideally not remember who he was. Eventually, he was sure they would have to face it. But this moment of happiness was something he wanted to keep, regardless of his methods. “You can call me Ellis. It’s a girl’s name, I know.” Thank goodness for middle names, right?

[kingpetre]

the door across; peyton/peter

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Peyton had caught those words that he replied rather quickly, and shot right up. So this was the man who had been leaving her presents!? Oh my, well, she had lucked out then, huh? She was expecting someone completely different. But he was handsome, a little older than herself, and he looked clean cut. She also knew he had a job, so that was good too. If something ever came of this.. father would most definitely approve. 

And she really..couldn’t do much of anything without his approval these days. 

“S-So, you’re the one then? I-I— I have so many questions for you,” Peyton said eagerly as she stepped further out of her apartment. “T-Thank you for the lovely presents. I— I really like all the fun things you’ve left for me. N-No matter what you’ve brought, it’s always put a smile on my face e-each morning.B-but please, tell me, why do you leave me presents? T-That question has been bothering me for so long now!”

[kingpetre]

Well, she definitely didn’t recognize him. This provided him with a clean slate! So maybe it all worked out in the end. A month of who even knows what - it was worth it. He felt like he knew her. From that one outburst, from a month of leaving gifts, a month of silent adoration from a far: he had developed something in his heart, a fluttering in his chest.

Would he dare to title it love?

She was happy, so he was happy. It was simple.  So he would carry on what made her smile. Her not knowing.  Maybe it would be better that way. Yes, it would be.

"Oh, well- Why not? I-uh, I work at an antiques shop, almost hidden in some sort of alleyway, and the old lady there owns millions of little things that no one ever buys. She told me to give gifts to my friends and such. Seeing as I’m not too familiar with the area, I don’t really have many people to call my friends. So neighbor will do, I suppose. I’m glad you like the gifts! They were a bit random at times, But, yeah.”

[kingpetre]

the door across; peyton/peter

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Peyton had to admit, she was a bit eager to open the door. Opening the front door had become somewhat of a fun thing for her. While it may seem strange to others, she had good reason to feel a wave of happiness whenever she opened that front door. Ever since she had moved into the little apartment that her father kept (he could be living in a much bigger estate, but he was hardly home and didn’t like the stress of keeping such a giant thing clean) she had been receiving gifts every time she opened the door. Some stranger, without fail, always always left her presents. And they were always things she liked. Flowers, cute little glass figures of cats and bunnies, a nice dress, things like that. She had to hide a lot of them from her father though, so as not to upset him or make him think she’s stealing. 

Peyton was absolutely pumped when she opened that front door. But, her smile fell when there was nothing on her doorstep. What? Why did the stranger not bring a gift this morning? She pouted like a child that hadn’t received the “right” present on Christmas. When she was addressed, however, she did her best to try and act like she was in a better mood. 

“Uh.. h-hi there.. g-good morning to you too,” The ginger girl muttered with a small nod at her neighbor. She had seen him a couple of times, but Peyton didn’t leave the apartment a whole lot. She wasn’t allowed to leave the apartment without father’s permission.

Right as she was about to duck back into the apartment, a thought popped into her head. This man was probably outside of the apartment more often than her. He most likely had seen the stranger put things on her doorstep! So, a bit eagerly, she opened the door and looked directly at the stranger. 

“E-Excuse me, but, y-you didn’t happen to see anyone putting things on my doormat here, would you? M-Maybe somebody walking into the building with gifts?” She inquired, while her grey doe eyes stared down the man and pleaded that he tell her anything he knew.

[kingpetre]

He hadn’t been able to see her too many times. When he did see her, he had to cherish the short glimpse that he caught. Now, his eyes could take in everything that she was: her vivid hair, grey eyes, long beautiful eyelashes, such a small petite-ness about her-

God, she was beautiful. 

But there was something different from the first time he met her. That unfortunate first time. He had gotten “better” since then,  depending on what definition of “better” he used. Well, she was the same as the meds anyway- Her very existence was addicting, She caused what little money he had to disappear (these gifts weren’t always free after all), And she kept him sane. Kind of.

Her question caused Peter to pause: What would he do? Was this his moment to fess up? To dodge the question? Would the presents really bring her the same joy if she remembered him? Of course she didn’t remember him-why would anyone? He was irrelevant. Just “normal” now. What if he did tell her? There were only two possible responses: she either reacts positively or negatively. Or maybe she doesn’t react at all? Questions flooded his head.  Shhh. Shhhh. Please. “I may have,” he replied. “I think-uh. I would assume he lives on this floor. Maybe across from you, I dunno. Just kidding. So, this weather - nice isn’t it.” Well Peter, you’re still as stupid as ever ! ! !

[kingpetre]

the door across; peyton/peter

to think you had been running for so long//only to run back you’re here again and she’s here too.  you never really noticed in the beginning. life had just been a continuous cycle of  meds work sleep until you realized she was there.  a hallway away, actually. the door across from his own was the door she used every day.

And suddenly, the poison that controlled him, numbed him felt lighter. Gift after gift, he left in front of the door across. Small things - there was nothing he really desired to buy with his useless paycheck anyways. Now, he had a job. A roof over his head. He had been conformed to a lifestyle that he preached hatred against. But a part of him didn’t feel anything for it or against it. He just - existed. Nothing more than that. But she existed, which made it more. For once, he felt more than nothing. 

And one morning, he opened his door And at that moment, the door across opened and he saw her again. “Hello,” he spoke. “Good morning.”

[kingpetre]

hc 03; cold coffee

he kept the shirt.

stains and all.

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Peyton couldn’t help but chuckle at his antics, finding his attempts to be funny funny in itself. He was… definitely cute, no doubt. And he seemed to be able to be charming, when he wanted to. What else was her mysterious man hiding underneath that boyish exterior? 

"Heh.. well.. m-maybe I’ll call Pete some day then, huh?" Peyton smiled and gave a bit of a wink, before giggling again. She felt comfortable, bantering with him like this. She didn’t feel anxious about it. It felt.. good… it felt, well, natural. 

Which convinced her all the more that, Peter was totally her future lover in this romance novel. She could feel it in her little bones! He was perfect, in every way! She couldn’t find a single flaw! So far, so good!

"Um.. s-so, Peter— I-I was wondering i-if you’d like to leave with me then. I-I was going to go home to c-change out of my work clothes.. g-get a little more comfortable.. uh.. m-maybe we could.. g-get some food after that?" Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes. 

[kingpetre]

At the moment, gosh, Peter wanted to say yes. Every single bone in his body ached to say yes. He wanted to know her, he wanted to admire her, he wanted to take this opportunity to start something great.

One syllable. That's honestly all it would have taken. His lips formed to speak out "yes" but something flipped something so suddenly that Peter couldn't even catch it. "No." my goodness what just no why did i why

"It's not that I don't like you. I mean, obviously I like you, I wouldn't have put so much effort into-"

Peter abruptly stood up in the middle of his sentence, rattling the table and chairs that he had previously occupied. At this point, Peter was probably making enough noise to draw the attention of everyone in the room. He could feel it, everyone looking. Everyone watching him.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong with my life," he told her with a joking and admittedly embarrassed grin. His random no seemed irreversable, his thoughts were scattered,  and Peter knew, at that moment,  what had finally started.

"I've ruined my life, at this very moment. But I still believe you could be my soulmate.  And no amount of no's could change that. So don't let go of me, dearest stranger. I could still be your one."

[kingpetre]

reenter; central city

why are you back? the once familiar sounds of Central City seem louder than before.

something's drawn you in you've been running from this and now you're running back.

you have nothing here.

but you have her. chances are she doesn't even remember you. honestly, you mean nothing.

so why are you back?

[kingpetre]

{apologies} peter has unexpectedly taken a trip ways away

[wordsnquotes]

Every word has consequences. Every silence, too.

Jean-Paul Sartre, The Selected Essays   (via mrsizumi)

[kingpetre]

ooc;

{officially apologizing ahead of time for not being on because i have a project due and i havent done it because my project for the partner refuses to do his part and i ugh so idk if i'll be on but i feel bad because i was like "o ya i'll reply" like two days ago my bad}

[kingpetre]

hc 02; bookworm

peter never liked books initially. most of the time, he could barely stand reading. He really enjoyed stories, but could never actually sit down and read. But sometimes, his restless nights would be occupied with endless reading. He could get through three or four books a day, from morning to night. it helped him to focus and began his interest in writing and literature.