#ft. peyton

[jawbrkrs]

𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏  𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓  𝒕𝒉𝒆  dust  had  settled  ,  soraya  still  couldn't  get  her  out  of  her  head  .  she  wanted  to  forget  her  ,  the  image  of  her  husbands  arm  around  her  waist  burned  into  her  mind  ,  and  all  she  could  think  about  was  if  she  missed  her  too  .  with  a  single  text  ,  soraya  now  found  herself  standing  at  the  other  woman's  door  ,  her  pride  reduced  to  a  puddle  at  her  feet  .  "  i  really  want  to  hate  you,"  she  began,  the  moment  the  door  swung  open  ,  her  words  fueled  by  a  determined  resolve  to  convey  her  point  before  she  lost  her  nerve  .  "  you  lied  to  me  for  months,  but—I  know  you  aren't  a  bad  person.  the  time  we  had  together  was  real  ,  and  the  way  you  looked  at  me—you  can't  fake  that  .  "  tears  pooled  in  brown  eyes  ,  blurring  the  edges  of  her  vision  ,  before  her  body  acted  on  its  own  accord  ,  lunging  forward  to  capture  the  other  woman's  lips  in  a  desperate  kiss  .  her  hand  cupped  the  familiar  face,  clinging  to  her  as  though  her  very  life  depended  on  it,  pouring  out  emotions  that  defied  the  limitations  of  language  .  "  I  need  to  know  how  you  feel  about  me  .  "  shaky  words  are  barely  above  a  whisper  as  she  pulled  away  . | @darlinghearts

[itsisla-dubois]

😡 + peyton

isla: idk why Ro is so upset but I know your mouth had something to do with this. isla: and you say I'm the bad influence for her 🙄 isla: I suggest you do two things: isla: 1. keep my name out of your mouth isla: 2. get your head out of your ass and be a better big brother. isla: au revoir and suck a dick 💋 isla: [HAS BLOCKED THIS NUMBER]

@pytndyer @lonelyhcart

[itsisla-dubois]

an instinctive step back was taken as he removed his mascot head, her nose crinkling her usually elegant face. "then do it! what, do you need an invitation?" she snapped the fan closed; a small thworp rung out into the small bar space though was soon absorbed into all the other sounds of the night.

"yeah, you barely talk to me." ruffle adorned arms crossed across her chest followed by a small huff passing her lips. "about me seems to be another story. I believe you may have forgotten that I do hang out at ro's sometime and the apartment walls aren't exactly soundproof."

there'd usually never be a world where isla dubois cared about what people said about her (any press was good press after all), but when it jeopardized one of the only true friendships she had (no matter how chaotic it was) there was a feeling of having to defend it that followed. a feeling she did not want to have to confront again.

"then keep my name out of your mouth."

It was her voice too. It annoyed him. It was starting to get stuffy in his mascot head so he decided to pull it off while she spoke. "Oh, I'll pass alright." He said, clearly annoyed, as he combed his somewhat damp hair with his fingers.

Out of all of the friends his sister had - Isla was not his favorite. It was like a spit in the face of all the bullying the two endured by people like her. The stories he'd overhear in his own apartment were... something too.

"What are you talking about?" He asked in disbelief, "I don't prove you wrong in anything and I don't have a problem with you. I barely even talk to you." He could deliver his responses in a lighter way, but that took too much effort.

"If I had a problem with you Isla, I'd say it." And that didn't mean he wouldn't lie about the exact problem he had with her if he was forced to say it. @itsisla-dubois

[fadingmadness]

✦ ↬ closed starter ft @starsdrew ( peyton sawyer & brooke davis )

peyton had been stuck in this town for far too long for her liking. but she was finally getting the hang of everything. when she figured out that she couldn't get out of this place, she set up her own recording studio in the loft above where she was living, and everything felt almost like she was back home. almost. as she walked, she even spotted a place that looked familiar. so when she walked in, she just had to call out, "brooke?" with some slight hope pounding in her chest.

[badbandits]

“has anyone ever told you that you have a funny idea of romantic?” for peyton :)

"you don't think at home personal ice baths are romantic?"

it's not their fault the george's have a huge tub. more than enough space for them and regina both. "practice's left me sore, can't imagine you're much better. figured your back would make it worse." a smile, "i could light some candles if you want."

[gracecromwell]

11 + peyton

a song my muse would dedicate to yours

@pytndyer

[gisxlles]

if giselle could go back in time, she would request to have a suite on the first floor. the whole act of unloading boxes and suitcases and dragging them up to the third floor was burdensome, to say the least. opting for a lighter load this round, giselle walked down the hall, eyes following the breadcrumb - like trail of objects to the person responsible for the belongings. a face from her past turned towards her. "oh, um - yeah, of course!" she stumbles out, moving her small box under her arm. "hand me the box. i should be able to juggle both of them." her hand out to take the item from the other. "do you need me to take anything else or can you get the rest?"

if someone were to ask, peyton would easily lie about how many coffees she'd already had today. she didn't want to admit it but deep down, she knew she overdid it. her defense? she needed it. so it was no surprise she was felt a little jittery and was starting to panic a little. there were a few things she'd forgotten to bring in from her car and in an attempt to get it all in one trip, she accidentally left a trail of her belongings scattered in the hallway leading to her room. she was trying to balance everything out when a pair of footsteps was heard behind her and she quickly turned, not missing the way something else just fell out of the box in her hand, and smiled at the face in front of her. "could you, uh, maybe..." she didn't know how to explain herself and knew she probably looked a mess. the word she was looking for was help, but it was hard to get it out. "just a few things over there or uh, maybe you could.. hold this for a second?" she gestured to the box in hand, unsure what to do.

[lonelyhcart]

💰 + peyton

"Pey,"

Voice soft, the way it always was when she was finally able to have an interaction with her brother after his big move.

" quoi! "

Caught off guard by his simple question, she asks, pulling her phone away from her ear to check the time. It's late, or rather early - around 3am. "You need how much?."

Rowan's mind raced, a whirlwind of questions swirling within her. Her eyes squeezed shut as she attempted to calculate the impossible: how many extra shifts would it take to recoup the sum he'd just requested? The answer.. Far too many.

" No, don't worry. I can do it, just give me a few seconds. "

She's sure if the tables were turned, he'd be the first to offer help without hesitation.

"I just sent it but it comes with a condition."

She pauses briefly, inhaling a deep breath as her free hand rubs some sleep from her eyes.

"You have to call me more, I miss you."

@pytndyer

[clarexflannery]

Closed: @pytndyer

Location: Abandoned beach entry.

In between trying to build her portfolio and taking commission work, Clare found herself exploring Aurora Bay. During her explorations, she discovered some hidden jewels and spots that were perfect for finding seclusion. Even though she was enjoying being back around her makeshift family, she still desired some time alone. This was a bit challenging with a baby's high-pitched cry every few hours. One of her recent finds was a decrepit pier that extended out into the ocean. "Um...hi?" she said as she carefully balanced her way across. "Who are you?"

[luckylewis]

closed for: @pytndyer

“Peyton! Hey! Peyton!” Lucky says loudly in greeting, his voice carrying more than it usually did, the alcohol in his system making him more boisterous than he would be on a normal day. He slips around a quad of friends so he could make his way towards his own, thrilled to be seeing him somewhere that wasn’t the shared waiting room of a therapist’s office.

( Much less depressing. )

“I didn’t know you were coming tonight. That outfit is so cool though, you went all out with the suspenders and everything.”

[xlcsinggrip]

✧.*― closed starter / @dmpled (sabrina)

"hey, is that guy annoying you?" she asked the woman on the other side of the bar as she hand dried the glass in her hand. "i'll kick him out if he is, just say the word."

[jawbrkrs]

𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈  𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔  ,  veiled  her  brown  eyes  as  they  fluttered  closed,  a  tidal  wave  of  guilt  crashing  over  her  .  of  course  he's  all  she's  ever  known  ,  yet  the  sour  taste  of  betrayal  clung  to  her  tongue  like  unripe  fruit  .  "  and  so  what  was  I  ?  an  experiment  to  just  say  you  tried  something  new  ?  "  voice  wavered  ,  reaching  out  into  the  silence  between  them  ,  desperate  for  something—anything—that  might  stitch  the  rift  tearing  her  apart  .   "  maybe  the  right  time  would  have  been  before  I  fell  in  —  "the  sentence  hung  there  ,  cut  off  by  the  jagged  edge  of  her  own  restraint  .  to  say  the  words  now  ,  when  everything  lay  in  ruins  ,  felt  like  salting  an  open  wound  .  "  I  —  I  don't  want  to  see  you  anymore  .  "

❝He's all I've ever KNOWN Sor.❞ The nickname felt TAINTED now, but it rolled off the tongue all the same in the end. Brows scrunched together at the way her voice ROSE, but she couldn't bring herself to shush her again. It felt WRONG. Like part of her WANTED to get caught by others. She deserved it. The guilt weighed heavy in the moment and she sure as HELL didn't think it would go away any time soon. ❝I tried.❞ It's LAME and it's not enough, but its true all the same. Eyes darted down and hands FIDGETED with the material of her dress. ❝I really did. I just couldn't .... find the right time I guess.❞

[fragmcntedsouls]

continued from here // peyton morgrave ( @xlcsinggrip )

“Woah, woah woah, what’s your beef with frozen 2?” Cody taunted as he settled himself back into the couch pillows, arm resting against the headrest. “Charlee’s the boss around these parts and if that’s what Charlee wants, that’s what Charlee gets” he grinned, catching the remote as it came hurtling into his direction. The ping of the microwave caused for him to urge forwards, before Peyton encouraged for him to keep searching for a movie. Chuckling, he then relented and did as he was instructed before she revealed her crossed fingers, “-- and I can’t believe I fell for that. Props to you if you find one though, i've been looking for weeks.“

[curseyou]

“   babe, please,   ”      peyton all but pleads, both hands wrapped around his hand as she digs her heels in.  very obviously  stopping them outside restaurant that that was clearly not the fancy one he'd planned on taking her too. based on how he'd asked her to dress, she was sure wherever they were going had a wine menu longer than the dinning menu, a live pianist, and waiters wearing white gloves. however, the restaurant that had caught her attention as they walked down the sidewalk to their destination ...   was really more of a bar.   but that's not what caught her eyes that would be the axe throwing sign in the window.

still holding his hand in hers she steps closer to him,  carefully  holding his hands between their bodies as she looks to him from beneath her lashes.      “   i'm   sure   we can get a reservation for another night ...   ”      she assures, still holding his hand close as she takes a step back in attempt to guide him towards the door.

@manysigns   liked for a starter for   barry   from   peyton.

[fadingmadness]

✦ ↬ @starsdrew asked : ❛  do you want to tell me about your day?  ❜ for peyton & jake

peyton looked at jake and shrugged her shoulders, "i mean, it's nothing like days in tree hill." she started off with a sigh and then leaned back as she looked around the room and then landed back at him. "and yet, it's even so much weirder in some ways? i love this version of red bedroom. but i've been trying to get into my head that this is my life now." she hesitated when she spoke, short of saying our life now. because it was their life now. but was it their life combined? or was that still just wishful thinking on her part? she wasn't entirely sure. "and halfway through i'm stuck thinking that if i'm here, what if someone like chris keller is running red bedroom back in tree hill? and that was just gnawing at my thoughts. so i needed a break. and that's why i made us milkshakes." peyton held the drink out to him with a smile. "so you can make fun of me all you want, but if you don't take this, you're missing out."

[lonelyhcart]

ft. @pytndyer

It’s funnier if you read her texts