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memoria-infigo‌:

At that Spencer gives the college student his full attention, turning completely in his seat to face the stranger. 

“Actually, 7.6 million college students are estimated this year alone to be above the age of 25 so if I was here to attend this class in pursuit of a degree, then it would actually not be unusual despite my age.”

         Peter has no choice but to pause at that, brain whirring to process the precision and quickness of the man’s words. Despite the figures and statistics, one thing stood out to the redhead.

         “Wait, so if you aren’t here for lecture, then what are you doing here?”

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memoria-infigo‌:

“Why do my age and being in this class relate at all?”

        “Well, usually by the time people are as old as you they’re done with school.”

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        “Aren’t you kind’a old to be in this class?”

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@doctorprescott liked this for a starter!

         He tastes copper, like pennies and something salty. There’s gravel too all gritty on his tongue, likely from the punch he just took and the fall that pressed his cheek into the parking lot floor. The world sways and  Peter’s up and off the ground before he can think twice. Before he can process the zing of pain that flashes down his spine and right through his teeth. The redhead’s certain he’s more adrenaline than anything else at this point, nose aching and left knuckles bruising. 

          Peter knows he will lose this fight, might as well cut his losses and next time pick a target with less tattoos and muscle.

         In his left hand he holds the attacker’s wallet. In his right is an embedded shard of what was likely once a beer bottle. But the wallet, that was what mattered and with the finesse of a newborn calf Pan bolts like fire trails him. He runs, briefly hoping the stranger from the bar would assume cowardice, Peter’s stumbling more a theatric than genuine. His ego could take the blow if the wallet held more than twenty bucks. 

          As he turns a corner Pan slams face first into another body, falling back on his injured hand and the wallet skittering across the sidewalk. Right down a storm drain. He aims to scramble after it and misses, paying no heed to the body he’d just tackled.

           “Are you fucking kidding me?” 

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I have 4 drafts left, like for a starter?

[movies-and-books-quotes]

“You know the place between sleep and awake, the place where you can still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you. That’s where I’ll be waiting.”

— Peter Pan, J.M. Barrie

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justmilah‌:

“How I spend my therapy sessions is my own business. Are you taking any sort of action?”

           “Yeah, well I’ve got a therapist too. His name is Wyatt and he works at the pub down off Third. Technically, that’s taking action.”

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pete you're salty tonight

          “You would be too if you’d had the kind of day I’ve had.”

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watching a lot of SVU and gettin angsty

[damnbutcher]

scandal sentence starters aka lots of angst, sex, and murder.

send one for my muses reaction! Feel free to change any gender or anything that needs changing in order for it to make sense to have come from your muse.

❝ It’s only day 2 for this shirt, and these panties are fresh from the dryer. ❞ ❝ I don’t need you to forgive me. I haven’t done anything wrong. ❞ ❝ I’ve always forgiven you until now. ❞ ❝ I can never tell if you’re lying. I can never trust my gut when it comes to you. ❞ ❝ Are you spying on me? You don’t trust me? ❞ ❝ How do I choose the box to bury my friend in? ❞ ❝ If he dies, he can’t talk. Dead men tell no tales. ❞ ❝ When you walk in here, you make me hope. Hoping is bad for me, so do not come back here unless you are back for good. ❞ ❝ When it’s your turn, you can talk, but right now, be quiet. Let yourself be kissed. ❞ ❝ It’s always his turn, despite the fact that I’m the one you like to ride, that I’m the one that makes you moan, that I’m the one who reaches you in places that he can’t begin to touch. ❞ ❝ We can hide in the shadows or we can stand in the light. ❞ ❝ I’m not gonna live in your apartment, waiting to service you. I have things to do. I’m busy. But, I did book a nice hotel suite for booty calls. ❞ ❝ Do you actually think I give a damn what anyone thinks of me anymore? ❞ ❝ A broken heart is a broken heart; to take a measure is cruelty. ❞ ❝ You can’t summon me. You are not in charge of me. ❞ ❝ Did you think I’d want you back? ❞ ❝ I am less than interested in whatever it is you have to offer. ❞ ❝ You thought I would be dragged in here and I’d lay eyes on you and I’d gasp, and I’d rip off all my clothes and crawl on my knees over to you and beg you to take me, that I’d be some kind of sad porn fantasy. ❞ ❝ I could have anything I wanted, and I wanted you. You can laugh at it and make fun of me, but the truth is, nobody else wants you. ❞ ❝ I’ve lost too much. I’ve given up too much. I’m not even a person anymore. ❞ ❝ I’m not like you. I’m sorry you miss me, but I’m not like you. ❞ ❝ Why are you picking a fight with me today? ❞ ❝ You’re thirsty, but you’re not here for a drink.❞ ❝ You’re here because you want what you’ve been fantasizing about ever since you left the other night. ❞ ❝ I can give you what you want just the way you want it. ❞ ❝ You either go home alone and try your own hand at quenching that thirst or go upstairs with me and replace that dry lump in your throat with something much more satisfying. ❞ ❝ Trust me; I will be the one standing over you when you die. ❞ ❝ You keep secrets from me. You make me feel small. ❞ ❝ Burying yourself in work isn’t always the best thing when you lose someone. ❞ ❝ I’ve got enough blood on my hands already. ❞ ❝ Don’t ever leave me like that again. I almost didn’t survive. I almost died without you. ❞ ❝ You have been waiting for this moment from the second I got in bed with her. ❞ ❝ It doesn’t matter what the truth is, does it? The only thing that matters is that I put my hands where you think they don’t belong, and now I’m in chains. ❞ ❝ I am going to have you destroyed. ❞ ❝ He’s a predator, an animal, a killing machine, and just because you’ve decided to turn a blind eye to that doesn’t make it any less true. ❞ ❝ I think you want me to be guilty. Guilty lets you hate me for things you’re not allowed to hate me for. ❞ ❝ If there’s any part of you, any part of you at all, that believes that I’m telling you the truth, you’ll help me. ❞ ❝ You may have never heard what it sounds like when she wakes up screaming from a nightmare, but I have, and it’s awful. ❞ ❝ The truth is like the sun. You can shut it out for a while, but it’s not gonna go away. ❞ ❝ Since us bitches have got to get through this dog and pony show, I’m gonna need you to sit down, shut up, and follow my lead. ❞ ❝ Is she right about you having nightmares? ❞ ❝ Don’t let love cloud your judgment. ❞ ❝ We both know in the end you’re not going to choose me. And that’s okay. I want you to know, I need you to know, not choosing me is okay. ❞ ❝ I keep my promises. I will watch the life fade from your eyes. ❞ ❝ I love her. Does that matter to you at all? ❞ ❝ It stops you every time, the arrogance, the need to swagger, to show everyone who you are. ❞ ❝ True power hides in plain sight. ❞ ❝ You and I are ruined. We don’t have a chance now. Too much has happened. ❞ ❝ I know you’re trying to be rational, and I understand why, but you can’t pretend this is okay. ❞ ❝ I mean, I figure we have two choices here - we can either pretend this unbearable sexual tension doesn’t exist, or we can address it head-on. ❞ ❝ You are beautiful. The face that launched a thousand ships. ❞ ❝ What is it that is so special about you? You have so much power over him. He revolves around you. ❞ ❝ He needed you. He was in pain. He wanted to die. ❞ ❝ I could protect him from everyone. Except you. ❞ ❝ I wanted to shoot him. I didn’t, but I wanted to. I wanted to kill him. I wanted him dead. ❞ ❝ I’m very powerful, you know. Some women would find that a turn-on. ❞ ❝ Let’s just say I’m in a giving mood tonight. ❞

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"can I just call you mine then call it a day?" (Felix)

          “I would at least require a trip to McDonald’s to consider it.”

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itsybitsyparker‌:

He thought he was being SO sneaky, but Peter had seen him the moment he walked in. But perhaps that was because he was acutely aware of Pan at all times or maybe it was because the bright red hair made him almost impossible to miss. 

“Yo, Pan. Wrong Peter.” He says it casually, like it was an honest mistake but they both know it was anything but. He grins, almost wolfishly, leaning lazily against the counter. He caught him. He loves it when he manages to do that.

It’s a rare occurrence all things considering, Pan is one hell of a thief, but it does happen. Peter is one hell of a vigilante after all. He leans close, pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw.

 “Gotcha.” He whispers.

      Peter’s pretty sure he has the situation under control, the prized drink in his hand and no cute brunet to be seen nearby to intervene. He’s buzzing with excitement and can’t wait to rub this in later because seriously it was just so easy. Peter indulges a victory sip––Which is exactly why Peter gets caught, the faultiness of his own arrogance betraying him once again. 

       Pan freezes when he hears Parker. Like a deer in headlights, body stiffening and surprise coloring his face. The kiss is soft, but electrifies the redhead. He wonders briefly if Parker could feel how his pulse jumped.

        “Just barely,” Peter scoffs, but the words come out softer like a whisper. He debates for a fraction of a second whether to take off and prolong his antics with a chase or to relinquish the drink. He chooses neither.

         “I already drank from it, so technically you’re too late.” 

[coxgitando]

Shipping Call - Send me one if you want to plot one or more of these

💚 - friendship 💙 - kinship ( blood or symbolic familial bond ) 💔 - past relationship 💜 - hateship ( they hate each other but can’t stay away ) 💛 - hateship ( enemies ) 💟 - friends with benefits ❤ - romantic relationship

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lankylion‌:

He fucked up, again. So what else was new?

He could feel in the air between them, the tension that lay hot and heavy pressing against his chest making it hard to breathe. The tall lanky blonde had never felt such a guilt as he did right now at this moment. He hadn’t meant to abandon Peter and without a word the entire time he was gone. Somehow leaving a measly little note now seemed WRONG on so many levels. Peter meant everything to Felix, but then again so did his art. If he ever wanted to get them out of this shit town it better mean a whole fucking lot. He almost lost his balance when Peter jerked him forward but he managed to catch himself, clumsily grasping a hold of Peter’s arms to steady himself as their eyes met. 

“I couldn’t call. My cell phone was stolen and well..” He paused, swallowing nervously. “I didn’t know it would have mattered all that much to you anyway.” Felix affections for Peter were deep, but it was unclear to him why Peter chose to stick around as long as he had. What did Felix have to offer him? He had nothing but a crummy apartment and barely enough money for food of which he spent mostly on Peter and did without himself. He saw this last minute opening as a chance, a chance to prove himself, that there was more to him that cracked ceilings and dirty walls. 

“Peter..I might have a chance at a scholarship to one of the best schools in New York. Can’t you understand how important this was for me? For us?” 

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        Peter releases the blond’s shirt with disdain, hand dropping to his side. At least he had the satisfaction of making the other stumble, a feat in its own considering Felix was sturdy as they came. Like a switch, Pan takes a step back and composes himself, schooling the anger and pushing it aside. 

         “You’re right. It doesn’t matter. Not like I missed you anyways, always meddling in my brawls and shit,” Peter says with finality, his tone flat as if the emotion seeped from his bones and dissipated right into thin air. He could take his rage out on someone else later, work through it in the only way he knew how, repercussions be damned. His knuckles may protest, but at least Felix wouldn’t win, wouldn’t see how much his absence affected him. 

         “For us? How the hell am I going to move to New York?” He asks, eyes narrowing a fraction. The rage is suppressed, sure, but now confusion and uncertainty have taken it’s place. He’s never seen Felix’s artwork, perhaps it was his own fault for never asking to see it, but was Felix really that good? Would there even be room for Peter in such a world––An educated world nonetheless? 

         Peter knew the answer was no. There wasn’t room for him in a world like that, and Felix, well Felix would leave him too. For better things surely. Another stolen phone excuse, a late night, and suddenly Peter’s key doesn’t open the door and he’s packing just to hightail his ass back to this butt-fuck nowhere town. Hell, Peter had never even finished high school. If Felix was going to get an education, on a scholarship no less, Peter would be dead weight. It wouldn’t take a genius to see that. 

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hesfuckedtm‌:

“Tough. Choices.” Malfoy said through clenched teeth, obviously not amused anymore. A Wal-Mart receipt? The blonde blinked on that; was that just a name or an actual shop for… No, no. That would be ridiculous. Ignoring the most ‘interesting’ of choice prizes of them all, Malfoy snatched the paper out for Peter’s hand, turned it round this way and that, and scowled. “What is this list? Negative 0.20 sale - what does this mean?”

            Peter’s peering at the receipt and points at the particular transaction. “I know, I couldn’t believe the Pizza Rolls were on sale either! Not by much because corporate a cheap asshole, but definitely worth it for the combo ones at least. Wait, you strike me as more of a Bagel Bites kind of guy, the fancier stuff.”

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nephilimtm‌:

“Taco..bell..?” he mumbled under his breath glancing over towards him. “What is taco bell?”

           There’s an are you serious look written across Peter’s face. “Fast food chain. Literally a bunch of meat and cheese crammed into tortillas. ¿Yo quiero Taco Bell? With the chihuahua?”

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hesfuckedtm‌:

Rolling his eyes, Malfoy decides to play along. “Pray tell. What prizes could you possibly offer?”

          Peter flashes a grin then crams his hands into his jean pockets. He pulls out one hand, “So, we’ve got an old Walmart receipt. A cootie catcher I made myself, so that’s clearly going to be worth the most points since it required manual labor. And finally,” He pulls his other hand out, “My middle finger. Receipt starts at ten points though.”