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lxckylxcas​:

Lucas followed Peyton’s gaze to the blonde in question. They locked eyes and Lucas smiled reflexively at her before turning back to the red head. There was something about the look in her eye that gave Lucas a bad feeling.“She looks like she wants to eat me,” he said in a low voice, trying not to be over heard. “Not that I’m not flattered but -,” he grimaced. “She might not bruise my ego but she might just poke holes in the condom.” It was gonna have to be a no from him. His brows lifted at her description and he couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s a very detailed description. Are you speaking from experience?” Her curves, obviously. Peyton certainly knew how to dress for her shape and Lucas was helpless but to notice. Thankfully, he retained enough mental clarity to know that that might be a bit too far so he kept his mouth shut.

He hadn’t expected her to grab his hand but he allowed her to pull him along. He stumbled slightly, and sat down unceremoniously next to her. “I came with some guys from the gym but I lost track of them at some point. They took me to the hospital after the fight and everything.” Lucas looked out at the dancing floor, scanning for a familiar face. “What? I’m not suppose to celebrate my success with a friend?” He turned from the dance floor to look at her, a sly smile on his face. “We’re friends, right?”

“Ravenous vampire types. Not your thing?” Peyton retorted with a sly smirk as she softly nudged him. What was the point of lust from afar, she wondered. Every thing she wanted she always sought out after despite the circumstances or consequences. She couldn’t quite fathom how other didn’t travel in the same vein. “I think you two would make a fine typical suburban, sufficiently happy couple. But, then again judging by the hunger in her hawk gaze, you’re too cute to end up as a Dateline 20/20 story. So maybe it’s best we stay away.” Peyton chuckled softly as she tucked her auburn hair behind her ear. Just a few hours ago, she’d been stressing about her standing reputation among her colleagues. But that tension was instantly alleviated in Lucas’ presence. He was easy to talk to, and not to mention tolerant of Peyton’s princess mentality which very few could tread on. “The only experience I have is studying the guys who think they deserve to hit on me with their sparse mustaches and monster energy drenched breath.” The girl couldn’t help but shake her head at the accuracy of her description, knowing for certain it was a picture that Lucas would have no trouble conjuring up in his mind. 

As the two sat idly on the sofa, Peyton avoiding his gaze rather opting to scan the room than to longingly stare. She saw a few friends or friends, but no one worthy enough for a hello or even a polite tight lipped smile. Instead the girl sat twirling her hair between her fingers as she listened to Lucas speak. He head immediately jerked in his direction at his inquiry, a sly smirk trotting across her red lips. “I suppose.” She deadpanned, her knees shifting slowly into his direction as she found herself just a bit closer. Her eyes met Lucas’ and she spoke again, gaze unfaltering. “Good friends.” Peyton nodded slightly, her chin low as she looked up through fluttering eyelashes. “How do you typically like to celebrate success? Other than patrolling disgusting dive bars, of course. There has to be something more worthy of celebrating success, don’t you think?”

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lxckylxcas​:

Lucas knew he was talented and he knew that Peyton knew because he told her. He had won the fight, proven himself before everyone. That should have been enough but some part of him wanted the praise. It was probably the lack of it that made him want it more. “ I’m gonna take a note, try it, and tell you how I go. It’s like Myth-busters without the feuding white dudes.” Daddy, he wrinkled his nose at the word. Obviously, she wasn’t talking about his real father but his mind couldn’t help but veer in that sour direction.  He hoped he made his father proud but who fucking knew. “Cheers,” he replied and took a long gulp of his drink and hopped that with it the negative thoughts would go away. “The brand or the sent,” he asked, scratching his chin. “You know, it’s good but both have there place. I’ve never been much of a cologne guy. It doesn’t exactly mesh with the whole my life is the gym thing I’ve got going on.” He appeared to think about it and then downed what was left of his drink in one swig. He snorted as he stood from his stool. “If I was more drunk than this, I don’t think I’d be worried too much about your hair,” he replied. He turned and pointed at the soafs. “There?”

The image of the mythbuster man’s mustache popping into her head aroused a chuckled from Peyton’s lips. It was a lame joke but after all, she was dating Leo who was telling corny dad joked long before he knew he was a father. “No feuding white dudes, no. Just you, me passively watching with my free drink, and the unlikelihood of blondie over there bruising your ego.” Lifting her petite chin, Peyton motioned his attention over to a female who had been eyeing Lucas practically foaming at the mouth with anticipation and desire. It may have been flattering to some but to Peyton, it seemed pathetic. But it was easy to understand the appeal. “Chanel’s the brand.” She nodded in time with her words, her eyes scanning him as he fidgeted and scratched. “The last thing you want is to be that guy at the gym masking his body odor with cheap body spray that only lingers atop the distasteful scent like a stagnant salad dressing.” Peyton’s brows knitted together though a smile remained on her face. There were gears turning inside of her mind, wondering what villainy he was up to but also what type of villainy she was going to get herself into. It’s not like Lucas came over to strictly talk about personal hygiene, right? “What would you be worried about then if not my all important, magical waves?” She playfully mocked as she flipped her hair over her shoulder, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips at her borderline suggestive question. 

“Yeah, do you need an invitation?” Peyton boldly grabbed his hand and skillfully maneuvered them through the sea of people until they reached one of the sofas that viewed the dance floor. Far enough away from the day that Lucas would be disturbed with an offering of another cocktail, but close enough to the back of that bar to separate them from the roaring sounds of the Top 40. The redhead took a seat on the couch, immediately crossing her legs as she did so. “I’m surprised you don’t travel with a posse that relentlessly follows you around,” She began as she leaned her elbow against the back of the couch, toying with a piece of her hair. “Instead you’re spending your celebratory night..” With me.  She knew it wasn’t that deep, it didn’t stem further beyond the fact that she was there and he saw her.  “Smelling my perfume and buying me drinks. Can’t say I’m complaining. I think you should win move often if it means I get to drink on your dime.”

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lxckylxcas​:

 Lucas laughed, not taking her dismissive tone seriously in the lightest. As cantankerous as Peyton was, they had had enough positive interactions for Lucas to consider her a friend of sorts. “Good,” he said to her as he leaned haphazardly onto the bar and waved down the bartender. “Order whatever you want,” he said looking at Peyton before turning back to the bartender with a wide smile. “I’m paying.” He rolled his eyes. He never understood why Peyton and even Leo in his own way, were in such a rush to provide him dating tips. He was doing fine. “Okay, what about coasting on my victory and new statues as hometown hero? Would that be enough to impress?” He laughed and shook his head. “No, no, he owns the UFC so I guess he’s kinda like my boss? But also not, it’s weird cause I’m kinda an independent contractor. Don’t worry about it. I don’t think he would mind. I gave him one hell of a fight so I’m pretty sure I’m golden for right now.” He breathed in and then furrowed his brows, leaning his head towards her. “Are you wearing perfume or something? Whatever it is, it smells really good.” His dark eyes locked with hers and he laughed suddenly, almost awkwardly. “I’m sorry. I’ve been here for a minute. People kept offering to buy me drinks,” he offered as an explanation.

Peyton pursed her lips as the bartender approached, ordering another one of the fruity booze heavy vodka drinks she’d been sipping on all evening. When Lucas said he was paying, the redhead shot him a snide smile before taking the drink from the coaster in front of her. Bringing the straw between her full lips, Peyton listened as he questions her. “Doesn’t impress me much. But maybe if you try to same sly line on an average girl or local bimbo, I’m sure she’ll be head over heels for it.” Peyton cooed, arrogance prevalent in her swagger. Lucas and Peyton shared the knowledge that he was skilled at what he did so the last thing he needed was her validation. But to be truthful, what kind of girl didn’t find an athletic man impressive? Especially when he came from a fight with a bright toothy grin on his face. “Well as long as you’re making Daddy proud, cheers.” She joked before taking down another sip on her drink. It seemed as though this round was particularly strong as it stung her throat on the way down, causing her nose to acutely wrinkle. As Peyton watched Lucas leaning in, she furrowed her brows slightly. What was his angle? First the drink, now the compliments. Friends did that for one another, right? That’s what she’d try to convince herself, that he was simply being friendly. Watching him bashfully laugh, the redhead chuckled along with him as an odd comfortability took over her. “It’s Chanel. Very different than our typical post work-out sweat.” Casualty was the only way to relieve the awkwardness, she supposed. “Should we get you away from the bar so people stop feeding you drinks? Another one and you might start telling my how luscious my hair is..” Peyton trailed off as she eyes the vacant couches near the dance floor, drink in hand. “Shall we?”

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@peytonainsworth​

Lucas looked awful, his brow had been split and he had bruising all down the side of his face. None of the pain really even mattered, really. Lucas could barely feel it. He was riding high off of his win, the biggest of his career thus far. The fight of the night bonus hadn’t been that bad either. The first place that he had gone after he had been cleared from the hospital was the Graveyard. It wasn’t exactly his smartest decision but after everything, he really just wanted to celebrate. When he had walked in, someone had recognized him and offered to buy him a drink. Someone had overheard them and offered him another drink. The night had quickly devolved. At some point in the evening, he had spotted a familiar red head of hair and had headed over to her to share with her his triumph. He put a hand on the small of her back together attention. “Can I get you another drink? Dana White’s paying the tab tonight.”

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It must have been surprising for those to see Peyton Ainsworth back again at the Graveyard. Her colleagues liked the Graveyard for whatever reason was unclear in the vixen’s eyes. But Peyton could seem to overlook the unsophisticated aura of the bar. It was the type of place you couldn’t quite identify a beetle from a cockroach or the kind you would find a hair in your beernuts. But, this was her grand return and this time, she was wearing a smile instead of bruises lining her pale face. In fact, the only thing left from Rose’s war path was a chapped and healing scab on Peyton’s lip but it was nothing that her signature red lipstick couldn’t hide. She felt as though she had something to prove to her coworkers after being disorderly at their last night on the town. It wasn’t like Rose was going to be there anyways. The bar had surely fire her despite their blood not staining the floor. 

The tunes in the townie bar were louder than Peyton expected. Patrons crafted their own makeshift dance floors alongside the bar’s railing meanwhile others pushed and pried at the bartender for drinks. There was even whispers that a known fighter was on the other side of the bar. Peyton wasn’t enthused nor was she impressed, she never quite understood the point of swooning over someone for their accomplishments or their notoriety. The girl was been swirling around the melting ice cubes in her drink when she felt a hand on the small of her back. She exhaled as she mentally prepared herself to chew out a stranger trying to hit on her but to her surprise it was Lucas. All beaten and bruised but still smiling which in turn made Peyton smile as well. They were unlikely pair but their chemistry was undeniable. Surely they would have never cared much for the specificity of their opposite friend considering their first impressions of one another but the two clicked though she was sure neither of them would draw attention to how well they got along. 

“I guess I can stay for one more.” The redhead said dismissively. Truthfully, she had nowhere to be. But in this instance, she wanted to make Lucas feel as though she was allotting him a fraction of her time. Peyton turned to face him, leaning in a bit closer than normal to speak over the music. “A word of advice. If you want to be a hotshot who wins girls over by buying them drink, don’t say someone else is paying for it.” She smugly laughed. “Who’s Dana White anyways? Oooh, two part question. Is she a sugar momma? If so, how does she feel about you buying the most attractive girl in this bar a drink on her dime?” Peyton asked, the alcohol she’d already consumed making her particularly friendly.

[peytonainsworthh]

It was the lack of inhalation that got her. The breath caught in her throat as her eyes traced her phone’s screen over and over. Irises chasing the words to and fro, mesmerized by what weight they held. So it seemed that the same weight was held heavily on Oscar’s broad shoulders. This was the peacher’s last hoorah with hopefully no return engagements on the horizon. Though her brain was satisfied, perhaps even overflowing, due to the maximum capacity of published master list, she couldn’t help but wish there was more. Something to cover up Oscar’s secret, to mask the history he’d clearly tried so desperately to shed. Or better, the Peacher to admit that it had all been a social experiment and he was joking all alone. But Peyton knew better than anyone else that thy who did not discriminate never joked and it was within all seriousness and ruthlessness that the Peach spoke on other’s truths. 

She wasn’t sure how she got here, in front of Oscar’s door with two missed matched shoes hanging lowly in her hand. Had she even closed the front door? Considering she hadn’t even put on her shoes let alone matched them, the possibility wouldn’t have surprised her. The girl took off in an instance towards the house on Blueberry Boulevard, mindlessly sprinting to her best friend’s aid. Would he even be there to comfort? The mere thought made a lump in her throat form. He couldn’t leave without saying goodbye again. She wouldn’t let him. “Oz!” She called out to the emptiness of the common space with no response. The redhead barreled up the stairs into his bedroom, breath pouring from her throat with painful hesitance as her lungs burned. The light at the end of the hall was the smallest flicker of hope and she set off towards it, hoping he was still there. Thankfully he was. 

“Oscar! Hey!” Peyton yelled, pale featured flushed red and bloated from her run here. She dropped her shoes on the ground as she approached him, chest falling and rising in time with her heated footsteps. Her eyes focused in on the suitcase before shooting daggers back in his direction. He could leave without saying goodbye again and he would if she wouldn’t stop him. “You’re a pussy, you know that?” The fiery redhead spat as she crossed the floor to meet him there being no hesitation in her footsteps. “That’s all it took to take you out, huh? If that’s the case, I don’t know you at all. Thought you were better than running away without a goodbye but I guess something never change.” Pey scoffed and rolled her eyes as she walked over to his dresser and opened a drawer, flipping over the content’s of the wooden cradle onto the floor. “I let you back in after leaving me in SanFran and you’re leaving again? Be my fucking guest, Oz.” Peyton stood upright as she looked over the clothes scattered across the floor when she caught a glance of herself in the mirror. Her wounds from her fight with Rose were finally beginning to heal but they were very much prevalent. It hadn’t even occurred to her that Oscar hadn’t yet known about their late night bar brawl. The wounds probably made her look more psychotic in this moment, face painted with bruises and ruby red anger. She quickly shook up her reflection and shot her gave to Oscar. Her hands fit perfectly into the divots of her hips as she mumbled, “Pathetic.”

@oscar-ibarra​

[worlldburn]

Madelaine Petsch as Ellen in Sightless (2020)

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[mcdelainespetsch]

𝓲 𝓐𝓜 𝓻𝓮𝓭

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leoochoi​:

Leo’s stomach knotted jaw tenses and knuckled turned white against the steering wheel as his insecurity and uncertainty towards their relationship grew. He’d felt this way a handful of times, first with Ilia back in Seattle, second with Peyton when the news of her secret surfaced, watching Peyton and Sebastian kiss at truth or dare night, and tonight, when the Brit’s name came up once again. He didn’t like to think of himself as a jealous person but rather one that stayed cool under pressure, but as Sebastian’s name slipped from her faded read lips his frustration only grew, taking on a mind of it’s own. When Leo felt this way, when he allowed these thoughts to take over and develop into something insidious in his mind, there wasn’t much anyone could do to tame them. No words of reassurance, no proof, nothing. What Leo needed was time, but there was none to spare. They couldn’t run away from this conversation and push it off to a later date. They needed to discuss it now, but there was a strong possibility that it would do more harm than good.

“Peyton, I own the damn garage. If I need to leave I can - perks of being the boss. I told you to call me if you needed something,” Leo challenged, shaking his head before leaning it back on the headrest. He didn’t like the idea that out of all people in town, Sebastian was the one person she’d reached out to for assistance while he hadn’t even gotten a text, or knew about it for that matter. She hadn’t been lying, but omitting the truth was just as bad in his eyes.

“How do you not understand that I don’t like you being friends with him? Hanging out with him, or honestly doing anything with him? You say that you want me, well great. But I’ve made it clear that your relationship with him makes me uncomfortable and still nothing has changed. Nothing,” Leo said, voice rising as his frustrations got the better of him. “You didn’t like me hanging out with Ilia so I didn’t hang out with Ilia. The only time I see her is when I pick up Lian.  After Rose gave me a lap dance you didn’t like me being around her. Guess what I did? Not call her to come help me out at the garage.” Peyton’s dainty fingers squeezed his hand as she spoke, but Leo made no move to look at her. In this state, there was no reasoning with him. His anger demanded to be felt and though he tried to tame it, his words flowed freely from his lips.

“You can say you want me as much as you want, but how do I know nothing else is happening when I’m work when you’re calling this guy and other people notice this enough to call you out on it? What’s happening that I don’t know about that makes him think he can steal you away from me? Because I’m certain people who are just friends don’t think that way,” He asked, finally turning his head to face her. Leo’s jaw and shoulders were tense, but his eyes were soft, conveying his insecurities about her and their relationship. He’d been intros position time and time again, and despite his best efforts to be there for her every beck and call, he couldn’t help but think everything he did for her just wasn’t enough.

Pulling his hand form hers, Leo turned off the car and circled around to pull her door open. “Don’t know about what? About me? About him? About us?” He asked, eyebrows knitting together as he waited for her reply. “Let’s go. You need to shower and then I’ll clean your cut. It’s not bad enough to get stitches but we gotta make sure nothing’s in there. Also put some ice on your eye or something.”

Peyton’s home felt cold and unwelcoming given the state of their relationship and her night spent in the Peach Hollows Police Department. It wasn’t filled with the scent of homemade dinner, popcorn from movie night or her perfume lingering in the halls. It felt empty. Leo headed up to her bedroom and into the bathroom where he started the shower, turning it as hot as possible so the tile warmed up and didn’t prick at her feet. He was thankful for the moment alone with his thoughts and the sound of the water using form above. The truth was, he didn’t know what to think. He didn’t have the answers and while shedding light on the situation, it didn’t feel like the whole truth. It felt like there was something missing and he was being played like a fool. Again.

“Peyton, your showers ready,” he called out after a few minutes, walking out of the steam filled room into her bedroom again.

It was an all too familiar feeling. Being possessed, being wanted. Except when Leo was possessive, it was for all the right reasons rather than the wrong ones she’d experienced. Men always wanted to be close to her and remain that way. Keep her on a short leash with their heavy, black credit cards dangling in front of her face. They wanted her as property, hands snaking beneath her skirt without so much as an utterance of permission and gripping the back on her neck when she said something they didn’t like. God, it felt like a lifetime ago for Peyton now looking back. Leo had saved her from that and he was only possessive not because she was his property but his prize. Something so valuable to him that he’d strived so hard to get and now that she was so close, he didn’t want to let her go. It was comforting to be truthful. To know that someone loved her enough to care whether she stayed or went. So why did she abuse the power she had? It was far more complex than she could ever articulate but the simple answer was: Peyton liked the attention.

Listening to Leo rant made her stomach sour. He was right, she should have called him to come to her work that day. She shouldn’t have been talking to Sebastian at all let alone participating in Bring Your Affair to work day. But as he began mentioning Ilia and Rose, she couldn’t help but project her own feelings onto him. She was just as jealous as he was, only her angered envy was out of guilt.  “If you want to go move boxes with your baby mama so bad, go right ahead. Better yet, if you want the girl who did this to me to help you at the garage because I’m busy with work. Go ahead, Leo, by all means.” Peyton crossed her arms across her chest with an amused chuckle leaving her pouted lips. She knew that wasn’t what he was trying to get at by any means but a lapse in emotional maturity lead her to snapping right back. 

Leo’s laundry list of questions made Peyton sink back in her seat, staring out into the dimly lit street. It was hard to say for certain what she did to boost Sebastian’s confidence. Perhaps it was the lingering eye contact or maybe it was her letting him stand between her parted thighs as she sat on his kitchen countertop. There were so many incriminating things that made him want her but Peyton couldn’t admit to that without losing what Leo and herself had worked so hard for. “I’m not your fucking ex-girlfriend, Leo. You’re supposed to trust me not project whatever she did to you onto me.” Peyton flailed her arms with a defeated shrug. Her voice was tinged with irritation. It was difficult not being trusted, but there was something about it that made her want to stray away more so. Distrust made her sneaky, it was a vicious cycle. “There’s nothing happening. If you don’t believe me, I’ll literally block his number. Is that what you want? Will that make you feel better?” Peyton asked, her tone condescending as she rifled through her phone and scrambled to find Captain Sebastian. She took a deep breath before blocking the number, dropping the phone into the cupholder immediately after doing so and looking up at Leo. “There. Now its just me and you. Do you feel better now?” Peyton couldn’t help but roll her eyes, shaking her head as she laid back against the headrest. She knew inside she’d unblock it as soon as he left which probably validated all of his points. 

As Leo circled the car to let her out, it was clear this argument wasn’t calming down. She flinched at his words as she ducked out of the car, practically whimpering as she closed her lids. “About anything!” Peyton finally snapped back. Her initial answer would have been about us but the thought of this being the cause of their break-up made her heart ache. As he ushered her inside, Peyton ran her hands through her messy hair. She hadn’t even realized how badly her hands were trembling, how they shook despite anything being voluntary. Was it from her sustained injuries or the emotions piling up? Either way, she needed to repress the pain whether physical or emotional. The redhead made her way up to her bedroom and made her way over to her mirror where she looked at herself hesitantly. The mere sight made her chin quiver, eyes beginning to form tears as she looked at all of the dried blood staining her clothing as well as her skin. One tear poured over onto her cheek and she simply pushed it away before pulling her sweater over her head. It was difficult to exert energy she didn’t have, feeling an ache in her back and ribs that she hadn’t yet discovered as she lifted up her top. The girl winced as she dropped the cashmere fabric onto the floor, turning so she could see the purpling bruises on her back from falling onto the table. Shaking her head, Peyton then undressed with her eyes closed before slipping into her red black satin robe before being seated on the edge of her bed. 

Peyton hadn’t even heard the water running as she tucked her arms crossed against her stomach, staring at her discarded clothing on the floor. She hadn’t even heard Leo’s voice until he entered her bedroom, finally registering what he said. “Thank you.” The girl murmured as she slowly crept past his, eyes still glued to the ground. Typically, Leo would have been joining her in their own attempt to save water. But she was sure it wasn’t even worth asking him to join. Peyton wanted to stroll past him into the bathroom without paying him mind but her aching heart urged her to touch him. So she did. Her delicate fingers gently curled around his bicep before she leaned up and pecked him on the cheek, lips lingering a little too long as they trembled from the pain on her cut touching his warm skin. The act was very reminiscent of their night at the lake after they’d skinny dipped when she was getting into the car. Except now, she wasn’t quite sure where they stood. “I’ll be back.” The girl sniffled before taking off into the bathroom and locking the door behind her. 

When Peyton returned to her bedroom, she looked considerably better. There was no long blood taking up real estate on her pale skin however the bruising had begun to consume her under eye. The girl sheepishly made her way over to her bed as she tied her robe tightly to pinch her waist. She climbed into her bed slowly beside Leo. Usually she’d waste no time climbing onto his chest and laughing as he complained that her towel dried hair was soaking the cotton on his tee shirt. But the atmosphere was unfortunately a lot colder.  Sitting up against the pillows, she waited for him to open up the first aid kit. “Thank you for picking me up,” She finally said after sitting momentarily in silence. “I know you didn’t expect your girlfriend to be million dollar baby..” Peyton laughed softly as her own joke, her laughter quickly fading out and fleeting. “The, uh, the whole ride home I was just imaging.. it’s stupid. But I was just imagining that that’s what you would look like if you were picking up our kids from their first party. Super disappointed but I’m hard on your because I love you dad, I think you have it down pat..” She shyly smiled at Leo as she laid her hand atop his knee. 

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sebastiancrane​:

Despite their conversations prior to getting to the restaurant that still replayed in his head he intended to be on his best behavior. However he knew around Peyton his best behavior kind of went out the window. The man had little self control when in her presence, her quick wit and retorts seemed to evoke a deep sense of not only humor but something else that he couldn’t quite shake. The dimly lit restaurant was the perfect setting for whatever this was. It wasn’t all known, it was alluring, and secretive. Sebastian wasn’t a suitor of hers taht planned ot wine and dine and treat her the way her side hustle made her feel. It was always something greater and less defined something he couldn’t label. Being his divorced was finalized he had nothing to lose. “You don’t pretend to play dumb well Peyton. Your intelligence gives you away.. it’s one of the things that I like about you…” he trailed sipping his wine. “Which is why when I said what I said you know Damn well I am a man who aims to please and despite your little mechanic there is something that we both can’t describe that keeps this going. So I meant precisely what I said. You claim to have no control when in actuality you know you have me, all I need to hear is the words.” he said bluntly, laced with desire, ambiguity, and truth all at once. 

There was something about being around Sebastian now that she was in a relationship that felt so wrong. It made her sheepish, made her meticulously plan each word she was going to say though she still ended up saying the wrong thing nevertheless. It wasn’t so much a stumble in her dialogue but rather a fall, a fleeting moment that she wouldn’t want anyone to discover except them two. Luckily enough for her, Sebastian seemed like he could keep a secret especially when if it meant her could take a bite out of Peyton. “Do you think you’re the first to like something about me? You must think you’re special though the only thing that sets you apart from the average Joe is the accent.” The girl asked as she cocked her brows, eyeing the man over the rim of her glass. She let the wine slip past her pursed lips, fueling the desire that flickered in the blacken and enlarged pupils. He was right there was something here.  But to explore it was something far too sinister.  “Who’s to say my little mechanic doesn’t aim to please as well?” She scoffed with satisfaction as she leaned forward into a fleeting chuckle. Her perky breasts forming perfect cleavage as they were bound together by her black dress. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t conscious of it but she didn’t mind if his eyes wandered, she figured it was the least she could give him. A small window into a secured house. You know you have me, all I need to hear is the words. His accent sent a shiver down her spine. Knowing he was simply a string of words away made her chew on her plush red lip as she giggled softly. “What exactly are those words? Just so I know.” Peyton scooted her chair in a hair closer, allowing her heel to gently graze his pant leg in the process. “Is it a code word like pineapple or is it more to the point like I want you to bend me over this table?” The girl teased, eyes sinisterly locked on his.

[mcdelainespetsch]

prettiest birthday baby

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“The good thing about tequila is that its a drink fit for every occasion,” Peyton smirked at the person beside her as she filled two rocks glasses on her bar cart with ice and let the golden liquid pour over them. She’d already rolled the rim of each glass with a fine layer of salt, the circular surface coated with the granulated sodium making for a fine chaser for the alcohol. “Not to mention, every emotion. It’s like a mood ring. How would you say you’re feeling?” The redhead asked as she held up a container of sour mix and triple sec. “A margarita night, an on the rock night, or if you’re feeling daring we can shots.”

@peachesstart​

[drawn-by-impulse]

[mafa-sd]

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lxckylxcas​:

Being a professional fighter gave Lucas a very distinct perspective. He understood more the most, the drive to fight. There were words that could only be spoken through the language of fists upon flesh. While he felt like he understood the situation, he could help but feel sympathy for Peyton. She seemed in good enough spirits to Lucas but she looked rough, and Lucas was certain that all of her accumulated battle damage hurt like hell. “You know, it really just be like that some times,” Lucas said. He chuckled. Dick sucking inquiries, he’d never heard that one before. “Oh, you’re reformed,” Lucas said with a raise of his eyebrow. “So, is getting into fights with random women the thing that “reformed missus” do?” He grimaced. “Yeah, ‘fraid I don’t have much experience with that. Most of my fighting is legal.”

“It’s what reformed missus do when girl brings up their man,” She sighed heavily and brought her glasses back up over her eyes. She brought the coffee cup to her lips, the hot liquid immediately hissing and stinging at her split lip. She tried to hide the pain though it was probably apparent on her scrunched features. “Which we’re kind of fighting right now so I don’t even know if he’s..” She laughed to alleviate the awkwardness around her oversharing. The pair were obviously still together but she couldn’t help but feel the divide in their relationship as of late. “Whatever. As you said, it really just be like that some times. Anyways -- are you doing anything right now?”

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Leo cleared his throat quietly as Peyton started to explain the events of the night before. He didn’t know what he expected, perhaps that the bartender had gotten a drink order wrong or the other uttered a exceptionally snarky remark under her breath, two that were entirely possible and not surprising in the least. However, he did not expect the catalyst of their alteration was him. His friendship with Rose caught him entirely off guard for they ran in different circles, coming from different areas in life with the only real connection ever being Tangerine Towers. But despite their differences, they got along as if they’d been friends for years rather than a few short months, with her being someone he looked forward to crossing paths with in the elevator, parking lot or even in town. Peyton, on the other hand, was his girlfriend whom he’d had a rocky relationship with from the very first day. There had been countless lies, situations where trust for the other was severely impacted, questionable actions at truth or dare events, and the introduction of their parties in the form of her clients, a strange British man, his best friend, his baby mama and son, so things had never been easy. Despite their best efforts, they were always overcoming a battle and preparing for the next. Therefore, it was only a matter of time before either of the women blew up exploding and taking out everything in their paths.

The mechanic sucked in a deep breath as she spoke or her feelings towards him, shaking his head before leaning it against the headrest. “I know you love me. I don’t think you would’ve wasted this much time with a greasy mechanic with a whole kid if you didn’t, but if you say its not right why hasn’t anything changed?” He asked, asking the question that filled his head. Leo watched her out of the corner of his eye, her features illuminated by the street lights as they passed and the wind blowing against her long red hair. But her features conveyed no emotion. Nothing.

But then she said the name he hoped they’d buried weeks ago; Sebastian. Leo placed his hand back on the steering wheel in front of him and tightened his grip, knuckled turning white against the yellow rays from the street lights. “Sebastian again? We’re still talking about him? He’s still in the picture?” He questioned, his tone sharp. Leo sucked in a deep breath and stepped on the gas, driving the car a little faster than the speed limit. He didn’t want to be mean, to say the things that were on his mind given she was sitting in his passenger seat with a slip lip, swelling noise and bruising eye. He didn’t want to speak his truth and say that yes, he did instantly question her actions and intentions whenever the Brit’s name came up. But at the end of the day, it was the truth.

“There’s no simple answer to that question. That’s not fair and you know it. I know you’re not still seeing clients at the hotel - I believe you when it comes to that. But do I think that I’m the only one that’s texting you at night, or thinking about you while working? No, I don’t. Especially not after that kiss, and especially not after tonight,” he sad, shrugging his shoulders in an effort to mask his anger.

With his foot on the gas, he sped through the streets of Peach Hollows until they reached her home on Olive Avenue. But instead of pulling into her driveway and instantly hopping out, Leo stopped on the curb in front of her home and let the car idle. “Why does Sebastian think he can take you from me? Are you still hanging out with him?” He asked again, turning her head in his direction this time to properly gauge her reaction. “When was the last time you saw him?”

Why hasn’t anything changed? The words sent a direct response from her brain that began processing the syllables to the beating organ in her chest, her heart becoming an immediate punching bag for his analysis. Did it really feel like they’d come to a standstill? Peyton had felt as though things were progressing, getting better than they’d ever been. But hearing him say that could have knocked the wind out her if she wasn’t so numb to world around her passing by the passenger window. “I.. thought they had. But I guess not,” She weakly mumbled. How was something like their relationship that was so forthcoming and wonderful for her just stagnant and unchanging for him? Perhaps it was because he’d seen this movie before, knew at all expositions and studied each jump scare that his body no longer fidgeted at the scary party and he know longer valued the small details that made love so extraordinary. Maybe he’d become numb to relationships considering his unfavorable past and their unfavorable beginning. Normally Peyton would have been more argumentative when it came to their opposing viewpoints but, she didn’t have the will in her to fight. A rare occurrence undeniably.

She should have anticipated this reaction. The tension that weighed heavily on his brows crafting the perfect pout, his tensed jaw at mention of his name. It clear by his knee jerk reaction alone that perhaps he didn’t trust her.  “I only bring him up because Rose brought him up,” Peyton calmly clarified as she studied his body language angered by the mere utterance of the Brit’s name. But listening to his conditional trust made her frown, knowing that what she worried was true was in fact reality. “What about tonight makes you believe I’m cheating or flirting with someone else?” Peyton asked, an offended scoff almost humored in delivery leaving her lips. She then tapped her fingers against her phone screen and pulled up her text log, scrolling through. “You can looking through my phone again if you want. I’ve texted you, Oscar, Audrey, Liv, Lucas,” She began listing. This was no proper way to validate someone’s insecurities. Of course this wasn’t what he wanted, but Peyton didn’t know what more to say because she wasn’t sure if she’d be trusted either way. 

Watching the car creep to halt in the street instead of in her driveway made another lump form in her throat, which she immediately swallowed as she unlatched her seatbelt to look at him. “I brought him to work last week because I had boxes I needed to move into venue and you were working. I couldn’t do it alone with you working and Scarlett on maternity leave already. So I texted him.” Peyton sighed softly. She already knew he’d throw a fit over the boxes, never mind their subliminally romantic candlelit lunch so she decided to keep that secret. “It’s the only time I’ve seen him besides the camping trip since the kiss. I made it very clear to him that we are just friends. But he still has this unfaltering confidence that he could steal me from you.” Peyton explained, setting up her ammo for her next question. She rotated her body, back against the airbag as she looked at Leo in the eyes to the best of her abilities given her current state and reached for his hand, fingers gently curling around his tensed hand as she asked. “Do you think after all this time I’d be sneaking around with him? How do you still not understand that I want you? Look at me,” She signaled to her beaten frame with a laugh. “I just kicked some girl’s ass because she said I didn’t love you. You think I’m going to do that for just any mechanic?” Peyton wasn’t trying to lighten the mood, instead her words we honest but she understood his qualms. She squeezed his hand, her knuckles red and aching as she did so. 

“Go through my phone, go beat him up. I don’t know. I just want you to feel better.” The redhead slowly removed her hand from his and took a deep breath. “But if you think I’m lying to you all the time, I just don’t know..” About us. Leaving it open ended was the best she could do, the last thing she wanted to was to make him feel as though she wanted an out in this relationship. Truly all she wanted was to go upstairs and take a shower and lay beside him with a first aid kit. But, if he didn’t want any part of this anymore, she couldn’t force him.  “Leo, I just really don’t know. I’m sad. Really sad. I never admit to it but right now I’m just sad and I want to go inside and shower,” She shook her head, the salty tears stinging at her swollen eyes but she fought them nevertheless. “You can come if you want or you leave me alone. Yes, alone. I’m not going to call up Sebastian if you leave, despite what you or Rose might think. I don’t want him.” She tucked her head down as she fingers curled around the door handle.

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o, p, q, u

O - Outdoor Sex

Peyton is no stranger to the heat of the moment. Cars, the woods, under the stars, really anywhere. She doesn’t mind the thrill.

P - Photography

Cameras are welcome only in the case of a relationship. A significant other is the only person Peyton will trust to record her doing the nasty. In fact, she finds it quite flattering. As for nudes, they’re apart of Peyton’s love language. During a meeting, laying in bed at night, you can expect a nude from from the red headed vixen.

Q - Quiet Please

Peyton isn’t one to fake enjoyment. So she’s pretty quiet in the bedroom unless she can’t help but be loud. She personally like someone who is expressive, especially when they’re being genuine.

U - Underwear

Always thongs. Typically red. Usually lacy or satin.