#one tree hill x you

[crazyk-imagine]

Breaking Hearts and Making Names

Pairing: Nathan Scott x Fem!reader

Characters: Chris Keller, Fem!reader, Nathan Scott, Brooke Davis, Peyton Sawyer, Lucas Scott, Marvin "Mouth" McFadden, Antwon "Skills" Taylor, Haley James (Scott)

Warnings: Fluff, one tree hill funsies, chris keller being a punk, reader taking no shit, brooke and reader being bestie's, the girls needing to rope reader in, reader is kinda like a fem wade wilson, this was kind of random but also not, I love making reader besties with Brooke, this has been in my drafts for a bit, happy to have posted it, lowkey a stupid fic but a fun one

Word Count: 676

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You turn the corner when you hear him flirting with another girl and roll your eyes. You walk towards the stairs to Nathan’s apartment and raise a brow.

"How old are you again?" You cross your arms, staring at him.

Chris turns around and furrows his brows, confused as to what you’re getting at. "What?"

"How old are you? You're not in high school and yet you're preying on young girls, under the age of eighteen might I add which I believe would make you a pervert." You turn to the girl he’s been talking to and lean in, “you can go now.”

She nods and scoots around him so she can leave.

He scoffs, rubbing his face in annoyance. “Chris Keller is offended and not a pervert."

You lean in closer to him, "would you really prefer it if I called you a pedo?"

His eyes widened. "Man, you're cold."

Your shoulders deflate as your eyes soften, "aw, Brooke taught me well." You spin around and catch her gaze as she walks closer to you, throwing her arm around your shoulders.

"I did and I'm so proud."

You both throw your heads back and chuckle.

He shakes his head, watching the two of you take the lead and walk up the stairs to hangout in your boyfriend's apartment but not before adding, "I know you're checking someone out, you pervert. I would say kiss my ass, but you can't so, suck a d-"

Peyton and Haley have never pulled you away from the railing as fast as they have in all their lives while Brooke throws her head back and laughs, clapping her hands to where it sounds like she’s smacking her hands together.

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The guys get out of the car and walk towards the defeated musician. Nathan glances up when he hears your laughter.

He can’t help but chuckle, knowing you had something to do with Chris’ defeated look. "What happened?"

The musician lifts his head, staring at the youngest Scott boy with a defiant attitude.

Before Nathan decided to officially ask you out and not hide his feelings from you, he made sure to put the infamous Chris Keller in his place.

"The one in your hoodie is mean."

The Scott brother's glance at one another and nod.

"Makes sense," Lucas says.

He and Haley always liked your style and the way you carry yourself, which explains why you’ve been friends with them for as long as you have.

It helps him when the other guys on the team want to try and pick on him or if a certain guy who refers to himself in the third person needs to be put in his place. But the downer for those who come across your mean streak is-

"She and Brooke have been hanging out a lot.”

“We've never known someone to have the same amount of brazen personality as Brooke until they met and, as Brooke likes to say, they “clicked”. I’m surprised you made it as far as you have," Nathan adds.

"She hurt Chris Keller's feelings."

"Something tells me, she doesn't care," Nathan tells him before heading up the stairs.

“Tell your brother to control his girl.”

Lucas shakes his head, “I’d rather not. She can get pretty mean if I try to tell her to do something.”

Mouth and Skills chuckle to themselves as they pass him.

“I wouldn’t take what she means to a heart man,” the latter tells him.

The blond pouts. “How would you take it if she called you a perv?”

“I’m not, so I don’t have to worry about it.”

Mouth nudges his friend in the side, causing him to whine. “What he means is, you should watch what you say, or you get the look.”

“The look?”

Mouth nods, “the look.”

The two walk away from him, leaving him to follow behind and see the infamous look that your friend was talking about.

He chuckles and thanks whatever karma was in his side to prevent him from getting a stare down from you. 

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

But when Lucas shows up at the ultrasound, that undid me. Like I had a nice little cry about that. I, yeah. That that stuff, especially if you've ever suffered pregnancy loss is, it's hard to explain the terror of going to those appointments because there's no guarantee that they're gonna go right. And you are with a stranger who, you know, you feel like a guinea pig and it's much easier to face tragedy when you have your person with you. But there's, there's nothing worse than when the tech is like, can you just go sit back in the waiting room? I'll have someone come talk to you in a minute. You know, like it's, it's really bad. And. so I. I completely peyton's terror. And what's weird to me is that we had to depict this stuff before it happened to us in real life. Like none of us had had kids. We were guessing. And so yes, so much of this episode is meta, but it feels meta for me personally because I lived it not long after. And I don know that gets in your head. That's when you start to wonder like if you conjure shit, like what is happening?  But Lucas showing up made me love Lucas and Peyton so much. People pick on us for being cheese balls once we're together. I don't give a shit. I don't care what you think. We are in love. He showed up. He was like, you told me last week. Like what? You heard that?..It was so romantic and it didn't cost a thing. He just showed up and remembered. -Hilarie 

[forzaferraris]

y’know scene in oth where haley gets nathan’s jersey number as a tramp stamp? imagine y/n doing that for their driver partner.

[othsource]

[yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere]

try to find more ICONIC tv scene and fail / Nathan Scott changed history here / this is a real art. they don't make tv like this anymore & and the song Unsatisfied playing ah♥ / the hottest thing a man can do is be nathan scott / like.. NEVER over this 3x20 OneTreeHill scene-the hottest scene in entire TV-absolute magic!! (+a reminder that when this aired in 2006 James was only 20yo-And he was only 17yo when the show began. An actual teenager playing teenager. Working his hardest since day one. All the best and the greatest you gave shines through Nate, we will never stop celebrating you, James♥)

SOME OTH LOVE IN THIS NEW YEAR♥ / feel free to check this post for many links or just search oth hashtag in my tumblr acc♥/

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[narliee]

there’s only a couple of things i’m certain about in life, and one of them, is that no matter what happens, you’re gonna be the one wheeling me around when i’m eighty.

[thebiggerbear]

Rachel Gatina x Reader - Prompt Response - "I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that."

Summary: Rachel, who has never spoken to you before, approaches you to ask for a favor. Despite what Bevin said, Rachel decides that she has to gauge this whole "being into girls" thing properly. And she's picked you to help her with that. ...Lucky you.

Pairing: Rachel Gatina x Female!Reader

A/N: Prompt from @creativepromptsforwriting (#941). I started quite a few scenarios for Rachel's response to this prompt but none of them felt right until this scenario popped into my head. I tried to keep this as 2000's as possible. Hope this is okay.

Both characters are over eighteen.

This is meant to take place right after the Bevin and Rachel bathroom scene in 4x13.

Unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine.

Warnings: mention of implied sex; internalized homophobia (I hope that's the correct term)

Word Count: 3757

Please do not do any of the above. Thank you for your understanding.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Rachel Taglist: @nancymcl

"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that."

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You were just getting your books out of your locker when someone suddenly appeared next to you. You glanced over to see a familiar redhead smirking at you. You rolled your eyes and went back to your locker. “What do you want?”

Rachel Gatina had been the new girl at Tree Hill High who was giving Brooke Davis a run for her money and her non-exclusive boyfriend. Now, she was besties with Brooke and constantly toggling between mean girl and party girl. Either way, she had never been very nice to you or anyone else (except Mouth) who wasn’t in the “cool cliques”. 

“Can’t one senior come over to say hello to her fellow senior?”

“When said senior has never spoken a word to this fellow senior? Then no.” You slammed your locker shut and moved past her to head to class.

“I’m speaking to you now.” She was keeping pace with you, great.

“Oh, well then let me put my entire day on hold since Queen Rachel is speaking to me.” You turned a glare on her. 

“Not queen, just…maybe a little royalty.”

You rolled your eyes again and kept moving. You were going to be late for AP Lit and you did not want to be late for that class. Mr. Barton had a rule that he enforced with an iron fist: one minute late, no class for you. He would lock the door and not unlock it again until the class was over. 

“As it so happens, I need a favor.” She was still following you.

“Oh, imagine that. A favor.” You still didn’t stop. 

“Oh, come on. For someone I’ve never spoken a word to before, you’re being awfully harsh, don’t you think?” She wasn’t wrong. The truth was that she intimidated you a little bit. And that was your go to when it came to intimidation: pushback and biting sarcasm.

“I’m late for class,” you threw at her. “And if I don’t hurry, I’ll be—”

She grabbed your hand and yanked you off to the side, right into the girls’ bathroom.

“What the— Rachel, what are you doing? I’m about to be locked out of class.” You hurried towards the door but she blocked you. “Rachel,” you growled. “The bell is about to—”

The bell rang before you could finish your sentence. You had now officially been marked absent from Mr. Barton’s class and you were locked out. Great. You were screwed.

“So you miss one class, big deal. It’s not like you’re flunking.”

You crossed your arms and sighed. “How would you know that?”

“I asked around. I make it my business to know. Now, about that favor.”

“That you made me miss one of my most important classes for.”

She laid a hand on your shoulder. “Don’t worry. Just tell Barton you had a girl emergency. He’ll offer you a make-up paper before you can get out the word ‘tampon’. Besides, it’s not like you’ll be lying to him exactly. This is a girl emergency.” She smiled, placing her hand on her hip.

You walked over to the gross looking tampon dispensing machine and gestured to it. “If you needed one, it’s right here. Are you out of quarters?”

She smirked and flicked her hair back. “I like you. It’s a shame we didn’t talk before this. I get the feeling we could have been friends.”

“A cheerleader hanging out with a loner? Yes, I can definitely see that.”

“You call yourself a loner?” She laughed. “You’re far from it from what I’ve heard.”

You narrowed your eyes at her. “And your emergency is?”

She pressed her lips together and sat on one of the sinks, swinging her legs back and forth as she settled. “I’m not sure how to ask this without sounding…you know, gay, so I’m just going to ask.”

Your heart started to pound at the word ‘gay’. Oh no.

“Will you kiss me?”

Your eyes widened and your heart stopped altogether. Was she for real? 

She gave you an encouraging smile. “It’s just to see if something Bevin said is true or not.”

“Bevin?”

“Yeah. We had class together last period and we had to do this stupid assignment together. She said this thing and now I can’t get it out of my head.”

“So let me see if I’ve got this right. Bevin said something to you in class during an assignment you both were working on together and that had you finding me, who you’ve never spoken to before, to push me into the bathroom with you to ask me to kiss you but not wanting it to sound gay. To see if what Bevin said is true or not.”

Rachel shrugged. “More or less. Yeah.”

“Right.” You immediately began opening stall doors, seeing no one was in here thankfully. You then began checking underneath the sinks, the bathroom mirrors, anywhere a recording device of some kind could be installed. 

“What are you doing?” She asked when you quickly looked under her sink. “I said a kiss not…that.” 

“Wouldn’t you be so lucky,” you snapped. “I’m looking for recording devices of some kind. Someone hidden in here who’s going to jump out and let me know I’m on Punk’d or Candid Camera or something. Maybe you’ve got a couple of the cheerleaders hiding somewhere with a camera to take a picture. Maybe Brooke and a couple of jocks are just waiting outside the door to laugh and spread rumors.”

Rachel crossed her arms. “You are way too paranoid, you know that?”

You shrugged. “Can’t be too safe, especially when it comes to high school. Especially this high school.”

“I’ll have you know that most guys would be dying for the chance if I gave it to them. if I asked them to kiss me, they would already be over here, all over me.”

“I’m not a guy in case you haven’t noticed.”

“Of course I noticed, that’s why I asked.”

“So, you’re just looking for any girl to kiss you. Is that it?” Lucky you.

“Not just any girl. You.”

“Why me?”

“I’ve heard the rumors.”

You tensed up. “What rumors?”

She leaned forward. “You know. And I know you’re into me, even if you won’t admit it.”

She was right; you weren’t going to admit it. “Right, right. Question, how did you fit through the door just now with that massive ego of yours?”

“That’s not the only thing of mine that’s massive.” As if to illustrate her point, she leaned forward a little more until you could see straight down her cleavage. Well, she certainly wasn’t lying.

“Alright, first off, those rumors aren’t true. Secondly, let’s say I do this for you. What do I get in return?”

“This is a favor, not a deal,” she scoffed.

“How long would this have to be for?”

She shot you a look and sat up. “Wow, talk about giving a girl a complex. Is the idea of kissing me really that horrible for you?”

“I didn’t say that. I’m merely trying to determine what I’m going to be asking in trade.”

“Now, it’s a trade.” She huffed a laugh in disbelief. A moment later, she glanced over at you. “Five seconds. No more, no less.”

“Okay then, what I want in return is this: you never tell anyone about this.”

“That’s what you want in return?”

“Yep. I want your word that you won’t whisper a word of this to anyone. When you go away to college and you’re experimenting or whatever, sure you can mention that one kiss in the girls’ bathroom one time, but not here in Tree Hill. Never here in Tree Hill. Or to anyone from here and that includes Brooke. Deal?”

She gave you a nod. “Deal.”

“Alright.” Now you were feeling nervous and self-conscious. “So do I, uh, just come over there or do you come over here or do we meet in the middle or—”

“Just come over here,” she ordered, impatience coloring her tone.

“Okay,” you muttered, moving over to her. 

Rachel studied you and you began to feel like an exhibit in a museum or something. “So, we doing this or—”

“Shut up.” She cupped your face and leaned in, pressing her lips to yours. 

You were sort of having a little meltdown in your brain right then. Rachel Gatina was kissing you. The beautiful, cocky, queen of mean, sexy cheerleader Rachel Gatina was kissing you. Ever since she’d arrived, she had been turning heads, even yours. You never had the courage to approach her or say hello to her, even at a party the two of you were at. Especially since she didn’t seem all that nice. Never mind the whole cliques thing, Rachel had been right; there were rumors going around about you. Most of the girls on Rachel’s side of the hallway so to speak avoided you like the Plague and only acknowledged your existence to make fun of you or gossip about you if somehow the rumors got a second wind (which you made sure they never did, not from you anyway). 

But Rachel was beautiful although personality wise, she wasn’t exactly your type. Though she did prove to be a lot smarter than she let on. You may have asked around yourself, overheard a few things. Plus, you had it on pretty good authority that she may have been the one to cause the whole time capsule business which then led to— You didn’t want to think about that. Now or ever quite honestly. Besides, Mouth had made you promise to keep it to yourself about the capsule. It was obvious that even Mouth had a crush on her. 

You counted down the seconds in your head as you enjoyed the softness of her lips against yours, the smell of her perfume, the feeling of her hands on your face. When you reached the end, you went to pull back but she tugged you back in. Not only did she keep you there but she deepened the kiss. You could have sworn you felt the edge of her tongue against your lower lip.

You continued counting in your head and by 27, Rachel finally let you go. You took a step back and watched as she held her fingers up to her lips, staring at you. Then she did the last thing you expected (or if you were being honest, you totally expected it). She laughed out, “Oh my God.”

There it was. You waited for the joke, for Brooke to pop out of a stall that she mysteriously appeared into and begin laughing and pointing, for the whole school to start filing into the bathroom, one by one, to join in the merriment. “Yeah, that’s usually the reaction I get,” you muttered, wiping your lips with your fingers.

“No, not you. I mean…Bevin was right.” She laughed again, seeming almost pleasantly surprised.

And there was the joke. “Great. Glad she was. Now, if I can be set free from this Bathroom Bastille, that would be awesome. Thanks for the laughs.” You gave her a peace sign and began to walk towards the door. You fully expected to find some cheerleaders or Bevin or Brooke on the other side of it.

“Hey! Hold up a second.” She jumped down from the sink and grabbed your shirt sleeve to stop you. “You don’t have to act like kissing me was such a revolting thing for you to do that you’re now relieved it’s over. You really do know how to give a girl a complex.”

“I know how to give a girl a complex? You’re laughing after you kissed me. What about that doesn’t give a girl a complex?”

She nodded, sticking her hands into the back pockets of her jeans. “True. I’m sorry. I wasn’t laughing at you.”

You arched a brow over at her.

“Scout’s honor.” She stuck two fingers up in a gesture that you were pretty sure they didn’t use in the Scouts but you kept that observation to yourself. 

“Then what were you laughing at?”

She looked uncomfortable then and you had to wonder if she had been telling you the truth just now. “That Bevin was right. …And not.”

“Right about what?”

She bit at her lip. “Okay, here’s the thing. I don’t know you just like you don’t know me. So if I tell you this, you can’t tell anyone at all. Even if they’re not from Tree Hill. Like ever. Got it?”

So, she also had a secret that she didn’t want getting out. You could understand that. You held up your fingers in the actual Scout’s honor sign. “Got it.”

Rachel looked uncomfortable again but her discomfort also seemed to be tainted by a little sadness. “I was telling Bevin that I never really feel anything with the guys I sleep with.” Ah, you knew where this was going. “I mean, I got this new body and everything but it didn’t change anything. Except for how they looked at me.” She bit at her bottom lip again which you were starting to see may be a nervous gesture on her part. “So, Bevin said she always wondered what it would be like to be a guy, checking out chicks. And I said that might be my problem, maybe I was into girls.”

You kept your face carefully neutral but inside you were half-shocked, and half-not so shocked. 

“She kissed me on the spot which totally took me by surprise, and asked if I felt anything. I told her I didn’t because I really didn’t. She said if I was into girls then I would’ve felt something because she’s a great kisser and I’d be into her.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at that one. Maybe Bevin was a great kisser like she boasted but that wasn’t exactly how it worked. You would know.

“And you weren’t?”

“No,” she snapped. “I like Bevin well enough but no. The class ended and that was it. But then it got me thinking.”

“Ah. You thought you’d go to one of the girls rumored to be gay in this school and ask her to kiss you, you know just to make sure.”

“Well, not to put too fine a point on it but yeah.”

You snorted. “Well?”

“Well?”

“Did you feel anything?”

She looked uncertain for a moment so you figured the answer would be no. But then she surprisingly took a step closer to you, giving you a hint of a smile that was absent of her usual cockiness. “Yeah, actually.”

“So according to Bevin’s vast array of knowledge in these matters, you must be into girls then. Mazel Tov. I’ll see you around, Rachel.” You turned to leave, eager to put this whole thing behind you, when she gently grabbed your arm. 

You sighed and turned back. “I did what you asked. I don’t get why—”

Rachel leaned in, kissing you again. 

When she broke away, your brows drew together. “Uh…?”

“Did you feel anything?”

Hell yeah, you did. You felt that down to your toes. But you weren’t about to tell her that. “I, um… It’s really hard to tell. I might need further exploration on the subject.”

She let you go and gave you a look. “Really?”

“Yep. As a matter of fact, I’m going to go find another cheerleader and shove her into a bathroom to make out with her so I can find out. Great idea, Rach. Thanks. Later.” You went to leave when she grabbed you again.

Smiling at you, she pulled you closer. “Shut up.” She kissed you then and you couldn’t help but kiss her back.

You glanced up when you heard the bell ring again, signaling you needed to get to your next class. You groaned and it wasn’t because Rachel’s lips were attached to your neck. You both were currently in a stall with her in your lap (because she refused to get her clothes dirty sitting on a gross toilet seat though she was slightly taller than you with the heels she was sporting, which made positioning awkward at times) and you literally had been making out now for most of the period. 

“I need to get to my next class.”

“Skip it,” she breathed before kissing you again.

“I can’t skip it,” you panted. “I already missed one class while you’re having your gay awakening.” 

She pulled back, scowling at you. “I’m not gay.”

You inclined your head at her sitting in your lap. 

She shoved her hair behind her ear. “That doesn’t mean I’m gay. I’m just…trying new things.” She gave you a bright smile. “Besides, if I was gay, don’t you think I would have enjoyed kissing Bevin?”

“Yeah, that’s not how that works.”

“And you would know.”

“Says the girl who’s currently sitting on my lap and has been trying to convince me to meet her at her house later so she can get me into bed.”

She wrapped her arms around her neck. “Come on, it’ll be fun. Brooke won’t be there if that’s what you’re worried about. She has a date tonight. And I need to find out if those rumors are true.” She leaned in to place a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“I hate those rumors,” you muttered.

“Why? They’re not true?”

“What do you think?”

She thought about it for a moment. “Good point. So is it or is it not true that you and Donna DiLorenzo went all the way in the eighth grade at summer camp?”

You couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “Summer camp? How cliche.”

“So they’re not true then?”

You shook your head. “No. Donna and I were just friends. And I never went to summer camp.”

She shrugged. “Fair enough. But obviously, the other part of the rumor is true.” She smirked and ran a finger along your jaw.

“That I’m a raging lesbian who’s always on the prowl for girls? No. Sorry to disappoint but your friend Brooke made all of that up.”

She didn’t say anything to that. How could she? “But if you’re making out with me, then—”

“I like both guys and girls. That’s the real truth. Which goes without saying, is to be kept secret along with this whole little makeout session and what you told me earlier. It all goes into the vault, for life. Got it?”

She nodded, that cocky smirk making a reappearance. “So I really can’t convince you to come by tonight once Brooke leaves?”

You heard the bell again and you let out a huge groan. “That’s two classes now.”

“You have me on your lap, asking you to come to my house later so we can continue this, and you’re worried about class?” She actually seemed insulted.

“Yes. Because I don’t need the absences which will turn into zeros when they realize I’m cutting.”

Rachel studied you for a moment and flicked her hair back, holding onto you. “Well, since you don’t have to rush off now. Care to feel me up?”

You arched your brows in disbelief, silently asking if she was serious, to which she only smiled wider. “I hate you,” you muttered.

“You certainly have a weird way of showing that.” She ground into you and interlocked her fingers at the back of your neck, grinning. “Come on. You know you want to. They’re a hell of a lot bigger than Donna DiLorenzo’s,” she teased.

“Like I said, I hate you, and I wouldn’t know.”

“You’ve had your hands on my ass for the last half hour. While I’m flattered, don’t you want to feel what my other attributes feel like?”

“You mean holding onto your ass to keep you from falling? You’re welcome.”

“Come on.” She reached down and began to lower the straps of her tank top, her jacket having been hung up on the back of the door long ago. 

You stopped her. “If I agree to drop by your house later, can we stop this ridiculous conversation in its tracks?”

She shrugged, moving her straps back into place. “I wouldn’t call it ridiculous but sure. Brooke’s date is picking her up around 8:00. Why don’t you swing by around 8:30?”

Your jaw tightened. “If this turns out to be some elaborate prank with cameras and people popping out and Brooke, I swear, I will go nuclear on your secrets. The vault won’t be able to withstand the heat of that explosion.”

“You are so incredibly paranoid but got it, loud and clear. For the record, I wasn’t inviting you over as a prank. I’m not Brooke,” she finished in a whisper. She then cleared her throat. “As it turns out, I am inviting you over to watch a movie.”

“Awww. You’re going to show me your Girls Gone Wild collection? How sweet.” 

She swatted your shoulder. “Shut up. I’m talking about that movie The Grudge. Have you seen it?”

You shook your head. “Didn’t really want to if I’m honest.”

Her smile grew. “Perfect.” She leaned in and kissed you, chuckling into your mouth when she moved your hands from her ass to her breasts. 

You squeezed them for good measure and muttered to her lips, “There. Very nice. Happy now?”

“Not yet.” She launched herself at you, kissing you deeply. You barely heard someone knocking on the bathroom door for the fourth time since this whole thing started, and you had stopped counting the seconds in your head long ago. Rachel Gatina was making out with you and she was inviting you over to her house later to “watch a movie”. There was no way in hell you were passing that up or paying attention to anything else (even if you had been dying to see The Grudge since you missed it while it was in theaters). You had missed two classes for Rachel’s experiment, after all.

That made you pull back for a moment. “I can’t miss another class, though.”

She nodded, panting. “You agreed to come over later so, yeah. I got it. But you still have forty five minutes.” She gave you that wicked smirk again before moving back in.

You moved your hands back to her ass and she moaned into your mouth though you could feel the smirk against your lips right before. You didn’t know Bevin Prince very well but damn if you weren’t going to send her some kind of gift basket as a thank you.

A/N: Please let me know what you think. 😊

[paceypeternathanslawyer]

One Tree Hill Meme {2/187} Season 1 Episode 2: The Places You Have Come To Fear The Most Nathan & Haley In Every Episode

[othramblings]

[the-fandom-abyss]

Hey idk if your request are open but can you write a Peyton Sawyer blurb where it takes place 3x15-16 in the time capsule season three, the reader outed herself and admitted to liking Peyton, because she literally didn’t think it’d be open until 2055. And Lucas gets mad she likes Peyton but Peyton comforts her and likes her to? Thank you

Confession Tape

Genre: Fluff ♡

Word Count: 770 words

“I’m in love with Peyton Sawyer”

The statement was played on repeat on the overhead televisions. It echoed through the halls, reaching the ears of all those that attended Tree Hill High. It was a confession that was never to be aired, locked in a vault six feet under. How naive of you to believe that it would stay untouched until 2055.

“Why would you say that?” Lucas seethed, following you into an empty classroom.

“I’m asking myself the same question” you paced back and forth, trying to comprehend the consequences of your confession. Not only has the video outed you to the entire graduating class but this will effect a relationship.

“How can you be so stupid? Like she would ever like you back”

“Lucas” was said in a warning tone, eyes boring into him as he continued to fall into his feelings.

“No! She is with me, we are happy. I get you can’t choose who you love but god Y/N, why did it have to be my girlfriend?!” His voice boomed within the otherwise silent room, surely echoing down the hallway.

“I’m sorry”

“Stay away from her, she doesn’t need the stress of you pushing your feelings on to her” that was final, he had said his peace and voiced his warning. Peyton is off limits for both friendship or something more, all due to your last minute confidence and a camera. The pressure of the situation bubbled over the moment the door clicked behind him. Tears stained your cheeks as your chest started to heave. There was a tightness that wrapped around your heart and an ache for the life you had before.

With your back turned and heart pounding in your ears, you failed to notice that another had entered the room. With soft, tentative steps they approached you, letting a soft “Y/N” to flow from their lips. The sound caught your attention, head turning to see the figure behind you. Peyton. While your stomach dropped and nerves crawled under your skin, Peyton wanted nothing more than to wrap you in her arms.

“I’m sorry about Lucas, he should have never said that”

“You heard it all?” Peyton nodded, her heart swelled at the way the blush dusted your cheeks. She has never seen you this deflated, or worse, she has never seen you this unsure of yourself. All she could do was offer a comforting arm around your shoulder, pulling you in closer to her.

“You know, it was very brave what you did” Her fingers drew small shapes on your arm, in hopes to calm down your overwhelmed state.

“Even if it was an accident?”

“Mmhm, I am very proud of you for the way you’ve handled all this. I’m not, however, proud of Lucas”

“He’s right though, you don’t need all this added stress, you have enough going on”

“That’s for me to decide, not him. Besides, he no longer has to worry about me, we aren’t together”

“What?!” The utter surprise in your voice was enough to send a laugh that rattled through Peyton’s rib cage.

“Why are you so shocked? It was rocky at best, not as bad as Nathan but definitely had some issues”

“But I thought you were forever?”

“Well feelings change and new people walk into your life and show you just what you need” Peyton shared a kiss to the top of your head, simultaneously squeezing your shoulder. “That’s you”

“Huh?”

“I’m in love with you too” the words that have haunted you the moment the video was leaked, sounded different from Peyton’s lips. Instead of the bitter taste of embarrassment, it left a sweet taste of hope the blossomed in your chest.

“Do you mean it?” You cringed at how pathetic that sounded. This was not the way to act cool in front of the woman that was the subject of your outing. The very situation that Lucas warned you about, stay away from her.

“Of course I do. You are the one I want and I am so happy that video was leaked, just so I could do this” it all seemed to happen in slow motion, her lips grazing yours, breaths that mixed together, a nervous patter of heartbeats. The salt of your tears mixed with her chapped lips, made for a perfect combination. In this moment you couldn’t help but change your outlook, how one of your worst nightmares had turned into a beautiful reality. Thank you scumbag that released the tape, you deserve to know that it backfired, an you will spend every minutes you have doing just that.

[stargirlie25]

NOTHING INFURIATES ME MORE THAN WHEN THE GUY ENDS UP WITH A FUCKING PAYTON/PEYTON INSTEAD OF THE GIRL I WANT HIM TO END UP WITH!

no offense to all the Payton's but just all the fictional paytons are annoying as fuckkk

[crazyk-imagine]

Dating Chris Keller Headcanon

*No one writes for this fandom... it’s been years, I get it but people will know about it. No regrets!

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- No one knows how you can like him, not even you

- He refers to himself in the third person and you kind of, find it cute

- Everyone thinks you're insane for even thinking about having a fling with him (*cough cough* Brooke and Haley)

- Nathan is concerned and takes you to a doctor

- Chris Keller is surprised when he overhears your confession

- He was bored and curious what your girl talk consists of (he was not disappointed)

- He's very happy with the fact that you, of all people, like him (or at least, find him attractive)

- He actually changes into someone everyone can call a friend

- Jamie likes the two of you together

- Clay and Quinn understand where Jamie and every are coming from so they ask you out to lunch... to catch up because if anyone else does it, there’s going to be a lot of judgment

“So, we hear you’re with Chris?” Quinn says slowly, not wanting to dry heave.  

You hum, taking a sip of water. “What?” 

“We heard you and Chris Keller are kind of together?” 

“Why are you two asking?” 

“I think you know why,” Clay intervenes. 

You roll your eyes, “I do and frankly I don’t see why it’s any of your guys' business.” 

“We’re just concerned-” 

“I get it, he wasn’t the best guy in the past, but he’s come around. I mean, he helped Dan and Julian bring Nathan home from that wack job. But, has anyone actually tried to make conversation with him? Or even thought that maybe I know what a jerk looks like and won’t date one.” 

Before either of them can open their mouths, you storm off. “Thanks for this deceiving lunch but I don’t want to talk to anyone else today.” 

“We’re in so much trouble,” Quinn rests her head on the table. 

“Yeah, we’re dead. I’ll let you talk to Haley first.”

“Clay!” 

“She’s your sister.”  

- No one was prepared for what would happen after that.

Chris raises a brow at the door slamming behind you. “Sounds like you had a good lunch.” 

You ignore him and throw yourself onto the couch in the studio.

He didn’t really know what to do and didn’t want to piss you off anymore but seeing you stretch out so sad, actually makes him feel bad. 

“Maybe we shouldn’t-” 

“Shouldn’t what?” 

“I mean, if everyone is so upset by the fact that you’re dating Chris Keller... maybe we should, stop this.” 

You gulp, “is that what you want?” 

He pauses, not expecting you to ask him. “... yes.” 

You nod, grabbing your bag as you hold back any tears that pool in your waterline. “Okay.” 

He stares at the door for a while after you left. 

Chase walks in and raises a brow at his weird behavior. “Everything okay?” 

He clears his throat, “yeah, yeah. Why wouldn’t it be?” 

“Well, I think I saw your girlfriend leave here in tears and you’re looking like a pathetic version of yourself.” 

“Chris Keller is offended.” 

“What happened?” 

“Yeah, what happened?” 

“Little CK, when did you get here?” Chris asks, hoping the kid can distract him. 

“Wondering if there’s fresh meat on the market.” 

Chris grabs the boy by his shirt and pulls him closer to him. “Nobody goes after Chris Keller’s girl.” 

Chuck nods, raising his hands, “okay, okay. I hear you.” 

The post break-up

- You and him, have been in a depressive state ever since then. 

- Which means, everyone feels bad, like really, really bad

- Julian went to you first

“I brought your favorites.” He smiles, raising a bag from Karen’ Cafe. “And coffee, extra sugar because you’re weird.” 

It was a running joke between the two of you and before, it’d make you laugh. 

His thinned lips tug to the side as he takes in your depressive state before taking a seat at the edge of your bed. “What are you feeling today?” 

You shrug. “Like I don’t want to do anything.” 

He nods, patting your back, leaving the bag and coffee on your nightstand. Everyone knows when you’re alone you’ll enjoy the treats but other than that, forget it. 

- He texts the group. 

JuliantheDirector 

“It’s still bad. She hasn’t moved since yesterday.” 9:32am Sent Read

B-Dazel 

“What are we going to do?” 9:39am Sent Read

B-Dazel 

“Haley says she feels bad.” 9:42am Sent Read

Shutterbug typing...

PilotChase 

“Chris isn’t doing any better.” 9:49am Sent Read

Nathan 

“You guys shouldn’t have talked about their relationship” 9:54am Sent Read

Mastermind 

“Since when were you a fan of them dating?” 9:58am Sent Read

Shutterbug 

“Jamie?” 9:59am Sent Read

Mastermind 

“Jamie? What are you doing with your dad’s phone?” 10:02am Sent Read

AgentClay 

“We shouldn’t have meddled in their relationship. Nathan tried to keep Quinn and I apart and look at us now.” 10:06am Sent Read

Shutterbug 

“I feel like a hypocrite.” 10:08am Sent Read

JuliantheDirector 

“Is this now operation save young love?” 10:11am Sent Read

B-Dazel 

“Were you up watching those romance movies again?” 10:16am Sent Read

JuliantheDirector 

“I’m not going to answer that.” 10:19am Sent Read

- Neither of you saw it coming. 

- The girls tricked you, obviously while the guys made a plan for Chris.

- They took you two back to the place where you two had a decent interaction, the Scott household

- Chase dragged Chris there and pretended that they were going to have a poker night. And the girls told you they were going to have a movie night. 

- But when the girls disappeared after telling you to grab the casserole out of the oven

- The boys told Chris to get drinks while they set up

- And this is when things got awkward

“Oh.” 

You glance up and find him standing there, looking as- you shake your head, not sure if you can think of him that way since you two... aren’t together. 

“I’m supposed to get drinks. The guys- they- uh- planned a poker night.” 

“The girls told me to get this out of the oven so we can have a movie night.” 

“It’s not poker night, is it?” 

“And it’s definitely not movie night.” You sigh. “They tricked us but, I don’t get why. I mean, we broke up because of... whatever reason you chose.” 

“It’s- Chris Keller doesn’t like talking about his feelings but it doesn’t feel weird when I talk to you.” He takes a step closer. “I, Chris Keller, typically known for being selfish, didn't want you to be sad because your friends didn’t like the fact that we’re dating.” 

“What?”

“You’ve known these people for almost all your life and their opinions matter. I just- I thought I’d save you from judgment before it started to take a toll on you.”  

When he’s within reach, you cup his cheek, staring up at him affectionately. “You’re an idiot.” 

His mouth opens and closes, trying to figure out whether to be offended or not. 

“Kiss her!” 

You two turn to see everyone standing at the window before ducking. 

“Chris Keller is doing this because he wants to. Not because the screaming people told him to.” 

You smile, leaning closer to him. “Can Chris Keller shut up and kiss me?” 

“Gladly.” 

“I’m so happy for you two,” Brooke says, hugging you. “And I didn’t dry heave while saying it.” 

“Progress,” you chuckle. 

- After that, no one tried to break anyone up after that

- Get togethers only grew more interesting because everyone saw a new side to the man whore, relationship wrecking musician

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

I had so much fun with Chad on this episode because he felt good like directing. He'd just written that flashback episode. Now he is directing like it felt like there was some momentum and when you've been on a show this long and, you've just been doing the same thing over and over again and no one trusts you to do more. That feels shitty. And so he, he was being trusted to do more. You guys were on deck to direct, like it felt like there was some momentum. -Hilarie

[vanesawye]

it's crazy seeing jake jagielski antis say he was a flake who constantly left peyton like he wasn't LITERALLY ON THE RUN

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[katmichail13]

Hi! A fun make you choose if you're bored this weekend: Barchie or Varchie? Brucas or Leyton? Jeronica or Veronica/Reggie? Have fun!

Everyone has different preferences but these are just my personal opinions 😊

barchie >>>

leyton >>> (brucas I'm sorry but the writers could never make me like you like that)

jeronica and veggie because why not both?

AND an honourable mention to jabitha because they honestly made the show better, the build in that relationship was really nice to see, it was refreshing, they completely stole our hearts and I love them for it.

Thank you so much for the ask anon! Asks are open anytime 🫶