Peter Harrington

PETER HARRINGTON A twenty-one year old student at Monarch Uni who has a fondness for expensive alcohol and cheap thrills.

[peterxharrington]

lolafields:

“I know far too many people who would disagree with that”, she said simply, shrugging like it didn’t bother her. Of course it did though. She hated the way that some people judged her based on her actions and although she understood it, she didn’t really respect it. That was yet another reason why she had gone to Peter’s room first. Whilst everyone else would pepper her with questions, deeming her flighty and irresponsible, he would at least pretended to understand. “I’ll borrow a shirt. That’s make it a little more appropriate”, she decided. Figuring that Peter wouldn’t mind, she undid the zipper at the side of her dress, stepping out of the material so that it pooled at her feet. Dressed in just her black lace underwear and matching bra, she looked at Peter expectantly. “Shirt?” she questioned, waiting for him to offer the required garment before putting it on..

“I fucking love you”, she stated as he outlined their plan for the evening. “Oh piss off. I won’t compliment you again if you’re going to act like that”. She stared at him in surprise as he complimented her, a pleased little smile tugging at her lips. “Thank you. I’m less strung out”, she admitted, her cheeks slightly flushed with pink. She forced herself to stop thinking about his  compliment, instead trying to decide what movie they should watch. “Maybe Black Swan? I’m amazed that you haven’t seen it yet!” she teased, making her way over to the bed.

“And I know even more who would agree, and they clearly have better judgement than anyone who’d say you’re not great,” he replied, his forehead creased with confusion. Peter was a smart man who could see things from many perspectives, but he’d never be able to understand people who saw Lola as anything less than amazing. He was mentally going through the reasons he saw her as so exceptional, though thankfully the shirt conversation distracted him from that dangerous line of thought. The last thing he needed was to come up with more reasons to like Lola Fields.

“A shirt I can do,” he answered with a smile, one that quickly dropped when she began undressing. As if the world thought a half-naked Lola wasn’t bad enough, she had to be wearing black lace - Peter’s favourite. His eyes began to roam her exposed flesh, and memories of their past adventures flooded back into his mind. “Fuck,” he breathed out, so softly the chances of her hearing were slim to nothing. This was too risky for him and unfair to her. Trying to be a good friend, he averted his gaze and practically ran over to his dresser, pulling out the first comfortable shirt he found. “Here you go!” he chirped, his voice cracking as he threw it at her. “That should work.”

As she pulled it on, he dove unto the bed and got under the covers. It was definitely only because it was cold. Peter was a man, and men didn’t get boners over their hot female friends as easily as they did when they were fifteen. “I fucking love you too, Lollipop,” he sighed out with a half-laugh, the situation making him feel like a highschooler once again. “Nah, I reckon you’re more likely to compliment me more after that. I heard my blue steel face is the sexiest thing anyone has ever seen.” He watched with a softer grin as she thanked him, her cheeks warming up in a way that could only be described as adorable. “You’re welcome,” he said softly, watching as she joined him on the bed. “Black Swan sounds perfect. You know I’d never say no to a Mila Kunis movie.”

[peterxharrington]

[Text] So... apparently you won a date with me. I was pretty scared that one of those guys from after the Alpha Chi Omega party would win me so you have no idea how relieved I was to see your name.

[Text] I’m glad you’re okay with me winning. I was going to pay anything to make sure you weren’t stuck on a date with one of them, or some other jackass. 

[Text] Plus we don’t go out often anymore and you shouldn’t be stuck seeing me in my pyjamas so often. I wanted to go to nice places with you.

[Text] When are you free?

[peterxharrington]

lolafields:

“You’re really fucking great”, she said softly, smiling fondly at him as he moved away from her slightly. “I can take the couch, love. I’d normally be up for sharing the bed but I, uh.. I don’t exactly have any pajamas with me so I don’t know if my attire would be appropriate for sharing a bed”, she admitted, her cheeks tinged with a light pink.

“I’m not really sure. Probably a distractions kind of night. I’ve missed you too much to focus on all the serious crap that made me run”, she admitted, shrugging like it wasn’t a big deal. It obviously was though; she missed Peter just as much this time as she had every other time in the past. “You don’t need to put on those pants though. You look damn fine right now.. that’s distraction enough”, she teased, making sure to wink dramatically at him. Her observation was based in truth though.

“You’re the great one,” he replied, grinning through the bitter taste of guilt in his mouth. The person Peter had been lately wasn’t worthy of being called great, and he was glad Lola was here to distract him from that knowledge. “You can borrow some of my clothes. Or you can sleep in your ‘inappropriate’ attire and I’ll try my best to be a gentleman,” he added, smirking playfully. It was almost too easy to fall back into flirtatious banter around Lola. He told himself it was purely friendly these days, but the ever-present feelings he had for her made that difficult, no matter how deep down he buried them.

He nodded in understanding. “Got it. We’ll have one of our standard nights - good movies, cheap food, and expensive beer. I might even break out the vodka or bourbon later if you’re feeling rowdy,” he suggested, knowing that they rarely stuck to beer for long. “Oh, I look fiiiine, do I?” Peter laughed for a moment, quickly doing his best blue-steel impression as he walked towards her. “You’re looking pretty fine too, girl. I’d say I’d buy you a drink but I already have that sorted,” he joked as he passed her one of the beers. “Seriously though, you’re looking good, Lols. I won’t say anything aside from this - you clearly needed the break because you look even better than when you left, something I didn’t think was possible.” Smiling sincerely, he sat on the bed and patted the space beside him. “And now on to the fun part...what movie should we watch?”

[peterxharrington]

lolafields:

Everyone else had abused her for her decision but Peter was welcoming her with open arms. With a content sigh escaping her lips, she sunk into his embrace, clinging to him tightly. “Thank you”, she murmured, glad he wasn’t angry at her. She wouldn’t be able to cope with that, not on top of everything else. “Beer and nachos sounds amazing”, she said with a wide smile, dropping her backpack next to the door as she moved into his room. “Are you cool if I crash here, by the way? I’m happy to take the floor if that helps”.

“Anytime, Fields,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead as he stepped back. He practically beamed when she agreed to nachos and beer, desperate for her company after so many weeks apart. How he’d spent years without her in the past was beyond him. “Of course you can crash here. You know you’ve always got a home for the night with me,” he replied in the voice he used whenever Lola asked something that had an obvious answer. “And you’re not sleeping on the floor. You’re taking the bed, regardless of whether we share it or not. My couch is comfy so I’m set either way.” 

Peter walked into the kitchen, quickly placing the tray of nachos inside the oven before grabbing two beers. “Before we settle, I need to know - is tonight a distraction night, or questions-and-answers kind of night? ‘Cause if it’s the former, I should go put on those parachute pants I own that always make you laugh.”

[peterxharrington]

lolafields:

“I know I should have called before I left and I definitely should have called before showing up on your doorstep but I’ve missed you and you’re the first person I wanted to see…”

“I’m actually happy you didn’t call before showing up here. It would’ve ruined the surprise,” he replied, pulling the brunette into a tight hug and smiling with relief. He knew Lola well enough to know she disappeared when things got too difficult. As much as he’d been worried sick about her, admitting that would only add to whatever she was dealing with. “Do you want to come in? I was just about to dig into some beer and nachos. Since I’ve missed you too, I might be willing to share.”

[peterxharrington]

lolafields:

“Yes, twelve more than two”, she obligingly agreed, stifling her laughter with her hand as she grabbed his pain killers and moved them out of his reach. He definitely did not need anymore right now. “Because you’re only interested in cuddling Jay, remember?” she asked him, sitting down on the bed beside him. “You are so going to regret saying all of this in the morning. I’m tempted to film you”.

“Not true. I want to cuddle everybody, Lollipop. The world and everybody in it needs a good hug. Even the sharks.” Peter froze for a moment, looking very deep in thought before adding “Especially the sharks. But I can’t cuddle a shark right now, or everyone in the world, so I have to start with you. Please?” he asked, jutting out his bottom lip and pouting. As quickly as the frown formed, he was back to smiling widely. “Great idea! Get the camera. I’ll record a message for you and you can watch it when you’re sad. I’ll even recite that poem I wrote you when I was a kid. I still remember it...probably.”

[peterxharrington]

lolafields:

“You’ve told me that story ten times already, love. Just relax, okay? Take a nap and sleep off the drugs or something”.

“Oh. Ten times? That’s like twelve more than two,” he mumbled, not aware of what little sense he was making. “I don’t want to nap. I want to cuddle. Why don’t we ever cuddle anymore? Am I too big to be a big spoon? I can shrink if that’s why. Look, I’m already shrinking, Lola. The power of our friendship is so big it makes everything small.”

[peterxharrington]

“I think I need a new dentist. Mine numbed me up to take out a tooth today, and she didn’t even laugh when I started singing ‘I can’t feel my face when I’m with you.’”

[peterxharrington]

Boxed In || Peter + Lola

[peterxharrington]

lolafields:

“Yeah. Sometimes I don’t really feel like going back to the house and sitting awake in bed for hours.. I just lie here and listen to music all night”, she admitted. “I know it sounds kind of lame but it’s easier being alone here”, she tried to explain, aware that she sounded crazy. “Well, my hip flask is in my bag as usual and I’m fairly sure I hid a couple of joints in some old album out the back”, she laughed, rolling her eyes as he sat down beside her. “If you really don’t want to be here, I’ll call Alex over and over again until he answers”, she offered, sensing his discomfort.

“That doesn’t sound lame at all,” he countered. “It sounds pretty nice, actually. Alone time is underrated. If you want I can find my own space? If you want alone time, I mean.” Peter was slowly becoming less worrisome when it came to Lola, but the urge to constantly try and do the ‘right’ thing was still present. He saw her as invincible and fragile all at once. “Don’t be ridiculous. There’s booze, probable pot, and my favourite girl. Leave Alex to whatever weird shit he does in his spare time.”

[peterxharrington]

Boxed In || Peter + Lola

[lola--james]

Honestly, Lola was sick of this tradition. She had succeeded when she was a pledge due to the fact that she had a key to the damn store but after she became President, she had stopped issuing the challenge. She didn’t want to have to deal with pledges breaking into the store all the time because it was such a hassle cleaning up their mess. Sadly, the other sorority and fraternity houses around campus hadn’t followed suit, meaning that she was still left cleaning up after others. She wished the owner would just take the records home with him but no, he was a stubborn asshole who enjoyed making her life hell. 

Tonight it was up to her and Peter to lock up which should have been a simple enough task. They had both done it countless times before which is genuinely why they were rostered on for closing shifts together rather than the shift being given to one of the newbies. Of course tonight was the night the system had to malfunction, effectively locking them in until morning. There was no point calling Alex because he never answered his phone at this time of night. “Relax, it’s not a big deal”, she told him, making her way over to one of the beanbags and sitting down. “I crash here over night all the time. I’ve got secret supplies hidden everywhere and I might just share them with you if you promise not to turn me in to Alex”.

[peterxharrington]

“You’ve been crashing here?” he asked, confused and full of adrenaline. Peter tried to calm down, soothed by Lola’s words, despite how odd they were. It was the best sounding outcome of a bad situation, but it still didn’t change the instinctual discomfort of being locked in without a choice for hours. “If you’re including drugs or booze in that supply, I won’t tell a soul.” He let out a small huff of air and then moved towards the beanbags, flashing Lola a half-smile. “This is sort of like a sleepover,” he joked, flopping unto the one beside hers. “Just with bulletproof glass and endless vinyl.”

[peterxharrington]

Boxed In || Peter + Lola

Rival Records was a special place at Monarch. It was cheap for a campus store, and it’s ability to cater to all genres made it well loved by the masses. Unfortunately this reputation came with a catch, and it appeared in the form of a Monarch tradition. The store owner was famous for keeping his signed records on a display above the counter, and pledges were often told to try and steal one. While most logical people would simply take the items home so pledges would stop breaking in, the owner felt a need to outsmart them instead. Each year the store security would increase. Each year pledges would find a new one to take one.

The ante had been well and truly upped this year, and the store was fitted with unbreakable glass and a lock-down mechanism. On a regular night, the store was locked from whenever the night staff armed it until eight am. It made the store impossible to enter until the morning staff started arriving, even with a regular staff member key. This was to stop the staff members aiding the pledges take them, or taking them on their own. There were many other security features, but this one was the key one Peter always remembered. It meant if you armed the store, and then didn’t exit within thirty seconds, you were locked in until morning. It also amused Peter since he’d helped Mila steal a Fleetwood Mac record for her pledge week in Freshman year, and he partly blamed himself for this new security feature.

Until now, it hadn’t mattered much. Each night he worked close, he made sure to move to the exit as soon as the security was set. He and Lola, his partner for the shift, had planned to do just that today. They’d have been fine if the system didn’t malfunction, shutting down after only five seconds passed.

“No way,” he cried, hearing the tell-tale noise of the door locking in three places. He made his way to it and began tugging at the handle, frowning when it wouldn’t turn. “It’s locked. As in until the morning locked, Lols.” As much as he didn’t like the idea of having to either wait or call his boss, Peter figured being stuck with Lola was lucky at least.

[musingmemes]

cuddly / platonic-ish memes

“your feet are cold.”

“movies are made for watching, not for asking questions.”

“you’re hogging the blankets!”

“we should cuddle… for warmth.”

“is that your hand on my leg?”

“scoot over.”

“can we watch something else? this is scary.” 

“are you shivering?” 

“if you start snoring, i won’t be responsible for what happens to you.”

“did you eat all the popcorn?”

“your hair keeps getting in my face.”

“are you even wearing pants??”

“stop kicking me!”

“you’re a good pillow.”

“do i look like a foot-rest to you?”

“do i look like a pillow to you?”

“i’m cold.”

“why can’t you ever just lay still?”

[peterxharrington]

Dinner and a Show || Peter + Lyssa

[peterxharrington]

misslyssamonroe:

It was the kind of things that only happened in movies (yes, okay she had seen Pretty Woman about a thousand times and she refused to apologize for it), but she couldn’t help but feel slightly empty in spite of it. Sure, when a box arrived at her dorm room door, she had gotten butterflies in the pit of her stomach, but as much as she might deny it (and trust her, she did) the excited flutters were much more about the beautiful dress and stunning jewelry that probably cost more than her mother made in a month than the person whose company she would be keeping. The excitement actually came second, in fact, to the pang in her chest as she caught sight of Asher’s crestfallen face at her carrying on down the hall. But she was choosing to ignore that. 

A girl with more pride than Lyssa may have turned down the generous gift, but she, for one, was not someone to turn down such elegance. She deserved it, she justified to herself. After everything she had been through, she deserved to feel like Cinderella for the night. 

It was as she was putting on the finishing touches that she received the text from Peter. As she made her way downstairs, she made a concerted effort to not slow her pace as she passed Asher’s door, telling herself that she did not want him to see her all dolled up. 

Trying, yet again, to clear all thoughts of Asher from her mind, she beamed instead as her new Prince Charming came into view, holding a bouquet of roses. She had always preferred lilies (that’s what Asher gave her on their first date), but after everything Peter had done for her, she wasn’t about to tell him that. “They’re beautiful,” she smiled, accepting them gratefully. “And you are quite handsome.”

“Thank you. You’re the star, though. I’m glad the stuff I picked out does you justice. I’m pretty lucky you asked me out, Monroe. There’s not a single person on campus who wouldn’t want you on their arm tonight.” Someone as beautiful as Lyssa could have worn anything and looked amazing, and he hadn’t bought the outfit merely for appearances tonight. He wanted to do something nice for her. Something about her seemed a little sad deep down; he was pleased she was happy with his choices so far.

Peter wasn’t sure what to do next, feeling a touch awkward about the evening already. Tonight was never going to be the personal sort of date he’d plan for Jayce. It was the 90′s rom-com movie first date, and Peter knew there wasn’t much he could do to stop it feeling rigid and forced to some extent. Lyssa didn’t want to fall in love with him, and he didn’t want to fall in love with her. He was sure they could both sense that. Maybe if he didn’t have someone already, it’d be different; she was pretty and sweet, but he was missing someone else. Putting on a smile, he offered her his arm. “I hope you’re hungry. The restaurant we’re going to has an amazing menu from what I’ve heard.”

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Kingdom || Peter + Jayce

[peterxharrington]

jaycexanders:

He didn’t think anything would have been able to top Peter’s birthday present but Lola’s weekend away in Orlando was definitely coming close. He had always wanted to go to Disney World but now he was glad he had waited so long because going with Peter was so much more amazing than anything he had pictured. Everything about the trip was out of this world: the flights, the hotel, the theme park and most importantly, the company. He and Peter were about to head back to the hotel for the night and Jayce couldn’t wipe the huge smile off of his face.

The smile just got wider when he felt Peter take his hand, glancing over at the other man as he started talking about how happy he was. “I’m so glad you’re having a good time”, he said happily. “I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to be in Disney World with the best person I’ve ever known”, he added, leaning into Peter’s side when he draped his arm around him. “I’ve never felt like this about anyone else. You’re really remarkable, Peter”.

As they walked like lovers do, wrapped up in each other and their personal bubble, Peter made a decision. He knew he had to talk to his parents again, and work towards coming out. Eventually he wanted to have Jayce this close all the time back home, and that couldn’t happen if Peter was still in the closet too. “How many times do I need to remind you that I’m the lucky one here?” he murmured, tilting Jayce’s head towards his so he could kiss his lips. 

He still wasn’t used to hearing Jayce talk like that, and he often wondered if it was all a dream or elaborate prank. Peter Harrington didn’t get to experience good things often, and was skeptical when he did. “I want to ask you something, and before I do I want to make it clear that you’re totally welcome to say no...” He wanted to test the bounds of his luck, and he’d been toying with the idea of asking all day. Now seemed as good a time as any. “Do you maybe want to...go steady?” Peter feared saying the boyfriend word in case Jayce said no, and wanted to be as obvious as he could without using it.

[peterxharrington]

Fair Share || Asher + Peter

Peter had already gotten into his stash of goodies long before Asher arrived, though he’d mostly been drinking and smoking the occasional joint. He was saving the pills for later. His trip to Orlando had meant he’d been drug-free, and being home meant letting loose a little - or a lot, depending on how the evening went. He was glad he was including company into his plans this time. He often was high alone, and it was never as fun, and always twice as pathetic.

He opened the door with enthusiasm, smiling at the boy on the other side. “Hey, hey. Look what the cat dragged in,” he teased, stepping aside so Asher could walk in. “I hope you’re ready to have a good time. I ran out for booze after you texted me, so I have plenty to share.” He hadn’t paid much attention to the Lyssa mention in said text conversation. Peter was too excited about a fun afternoon. “How’s your day been?”

[peterxharrington]

Dinner and a Show || Peter + Lyssa

Peter hadn’t been able to do many dates at all since starting things with Jayce, not wanting to hurt him. It was good for Peter’s reputation, however, if a recent history with girls existed. It led him to say yes to a date with Lyssa, and he’d decided to pull out all the stops. He had a strong hunch she didn’t want to be wooed, she wanted to appear like she was on a romantic date while distracting herself. It worked well with what he needed, and being flashy was easy for the son of a rich family.

He’d texted Lyssa the day before, asking for her address. Within an hour of sending him the details, a large box had appeared on her front doorstep containing an elegant dress and necklace, and a polite note saying she was under no obligation to wear it if she didn’t want to. Lola had helped him pick though, so he figured she’d want to wear the fancy ensemble. Peter himself had suited up, wearing a well-tailored black suit and tie, and carrying a bouquet of 24 pink roses.

“I’m at the dorm entrance :)” he messaged her, hoping she wasn’t running late. Peter was starving, and was quite curious to talk to his date. He was hoping she’d explain more about her life since Peter knew near nothing. While he wasn’t looking for another lover, he always enjoyed meeting and learning about new people. When he eventually heard nearby footsteps, he looked up and saw the redhead walking towards him. “Hey, you. Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” He gave her a friendly smile and kissed her cheek in greeting, stepping back and holding the flowers towards her. “I hope you like roses.”