#peter kavinsky drabble

[artspats]

Soda-Pop

The sun had just set, and the air in the backyard felt warm and inviting, the water in the jacuzzi bubbling lazily around you. The steam rose in gentle swirls, almost like the world was encouraging you to relax.

And, of course, that’s when he showed up.

"Nice to see you enjoying yourself," Patrick’s voice rang out, playful and cocky, as he stepped into the jacuzzi with that signature smirk on his face. His wet hair clung to his forehead, droplets of water dripping down his neck. He was shirtless, still in his tennis shorts, and you couldn't help but feel the heat creep up your neck.

"Patrick," you said, trying to sound casual and pushing the thoughts aside. "You're late."

He slid in beside you, the water splashing around him. "I had to make an entrance," he teased, leaning back against the edge of the tub. "It wouldn’t be dramatic if I didn’t keep you waiting."

You roll your eyes, but couldn't hide the smile tugging at your lips. "Of course. How could I forget?"

Patrick glanced at you, his grin turning a little more mischievous. "I’m guessing you’ve been thinking about me."

You raised an eyebrow, giving him a skeptical look. "What? Just because you think you're unforgettable?"

"I don’t think I’m unforgettable," he said, eyes twinkling with the challenge he always brought to the table. "I know I am."

You splashed him playfully, laughing when he leaned back with an exaggerated "Hey!" in protest. But even as you tried to pretend his cocky attitude didn’t affect you, you couldn't stop yourself from remembering the night before, when you had been sorting through your box of memories. The one with all the letters, photographs, and little tokens from your past crushes.

You had found it there, tucked beneath a few folded notes—a painting you'd made of him after one of his tennis matches. The image was still vivid in your mind, like it had been just yesterday. It was a close-up, capturing him in a rare moment of vulnerability, sweat dripping down his forehead, his hair damp and messy before he wiped his face with a towel. But despite his exhaustion, his expression was more... alive. Like he was daring the world to challenge him, and, at that exact moment, you realized he was also daring you to pay attention.

You had worked on that painting for days, carefully choosing colors that would convey the raw energy of the moment but giving it a touch of your own like. It had been hard not to fall for the guy you’d immortalized on that canvas, but it wasn’t just the picture that had made your heart race. It was the way Patrick had looked at you that day.

Patrick's voice interrupted your thoughts. "You’re thinking about something," he said, leaning toward you slightly. "What is it? You sure you’re not thinking about that painting you made of me?"

Your heart skipped. He had no idea, right?

You laughed, trying to keep your composure. "Maybe. What if I was?"

"Well, then," Patrick said with a grin, his gaze narrowing playfully, "you must’ve captured my best side. I know I'm a masterpiece."

You couldn’t help but snort at the audacity of it. "A masterpiece? Please, you’re barely a work in progress."

Patrick tilted his head, his grin deepening. "Barely? I think I’m at least worth a painting or two. Wouldn’t you agree?" He leaned in a little closer, teasing. "You really know how to make a guy feel special."

For a split second, your heart did that familiar flutter. His words, his presence—they still affected you more than you cared to admit.

"I’m starting to regret that painting," you teased, brushing your hair back.

Patrick raised an eyebrow, unbothered. "You can't regret something that’s perfect."

You rolled your eyes, the playful tension in the air undeniable. "Yeah, sure. Keep telling yourself that."

He chuckled, the sound vibrating in the air. "I think you should admit it: I’m unforgettable. Not just in paintings, but in real life too."

You stared at him for a moment, half-laughing, half-feeling something more than just amusement. He was still the same Patrick. Cocky. Playful. Always just the right amount of challenge.

"You're lucky we are pretending," you said, leaning back against the edge of the jacuzzi, finally letting yourself relax a little. "Otherwise, I'd be really annoyed by you."

"Oh, I know," he said, his grin wide and triumphant. "I’m irresistible."

"You're insufferable," you corrected, but even as you said it, you could feel yourself laughing.

“And you’re impossible,” he shot back, eyeing you and tilting his head slightly.

For a moment, everything felt simple. Like none of the complications of the past mattered, just the two of you in the warm water, trading jabs, just as you always had. Maybe he was a little cocky, a little full of himself—but you couldn’t deny it. You had a soft spot for the guy who had always kept you on your toes.

As if on cue, he leaned in again, this time less playful, more intent, and his voice lowered, his words almost a whisper. “Like I said, you’re impossible to read. But I think I’m starting to get the hang of you.”

“Are you sure about that?” you asked softly, suddenly aware of the heat between you, the close space.

He didn’t answer you. Instead, his hand reached over, brushing your arm ever so lightly as he moved to sit beside you. The sudden proximity had the air thick with anticipation.

The bubbles shifted between you, adding a moment of disarming softness, as if the jacuzzi itself was urging you both to stay in this suspended reality a little longer. And before you could even second-guess yourself, Patrick’s hand was gently resting on your cheek. The touch was so subtle, but so firm, grounding you.

Patrick’s grin widened. Without warning, he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was soft at first, testing, questioning. But it deepened, slowly, as though the moment was unfolding all around you, the tension you’d been dancing with finally giving way. His hand moved to your waist, pulling you a fraction closer, the heat of his body mixing with the warmth of the water.

It was sweet and gentle, so different of how you would think his kisses could be. Like you were figuring out how to breathe in the same space for the first time.

〜 ☆

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Homecoming - Yoongi fic [oneshot] [angst, fluff, happy ending]

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writing !!!!

i’ve done a complete rebrand from my other account (@fem-weeb) and have deemed this account for non- anime writing, aka book blurbs, fluff writing, drabble, etc!

list of topics i’ll be writing (ps: i mostly write fem!reader but am open to gn!reader.)

the inheritance games (jameson hawthorne, grayson hawthorne, xander hawthorne, rebecca laughlin)

jenny han universe (peter kavinsky, john ambrose, conrad fisher, minho, cam cameron.)

percy jackson universe (luke castellan, percy jackson, leo valdez)

avatar: the last airbender (zuko, sokka, mako, bolin.)

expect more as well, I may have left some out.

[whyiwrite]

“Get out!”

“Please let me explain.”

“Out!”  

[probably-writing-x]

No Apologies.

~A Noah Centineo Imagine~

Work had been overwhelmingly stressful all week. As a freelance photographer, there were certain times when this would happen. You had a wedding, a christening, a family shoot and a dog shoot all to edit and go through before next week so it felt as though you hadn't left your screen all week. Which, really, you hadn't. Though your own fatigue or stress was nothing on the fact that it meant you'd not seen or barely spoken to Noah all week. The two of you had the type of relationship that meant you were always engaging in an endless string of texts, calls and dates. But this week had made all of that fall flat. Noah had still texted you every day and even tried to ring sometimes but you never had the time to respond with anything more than a few words. And it was horrible. Today, it was meant to be your weekly date and it was your turn to plan something. You felt so awful for how much you had ignored him for the past seven days that you wanted it to be special.

Luckily, last night was spent preparing it all so you could leave early this morning - hopefully with an attempt at making ammends for this past week.

~~~

Noah's place was not far from yours and you had got your own key from him since you were over there all the time usually.

"Babe?" You start as you walk in but the apartment is still dark.

His bedroom door is ajar slightly so you start there, dropping your supplies on the kitchen table.

Your boyfriend's bedroom was still shadowed in a curtain-protected darkness and you could see his form still snuggled into the comfort of his sheets.

"Come on, up and at 'em soldier," You laugh, tugging open the fabric curtains and turning to face him.

"Go away," He grumbles, keeping his eyes closed as he rolls onto his back.

"Are you annoyed at me?" You stick out your bottom lip in a hope of projecting some innocence.

"Well, you know," He shrugs, "It's not great to be ignored by your girlfriend for a whole week. I was starting to think you were cheating on me,"

With that, you jump onto the bed, hovering over him by holding yourself up on your arms.

He tucks his hand underneath his head and peeks through slightly open eyes at you.

"I'm definitely not cheating on you," You confirm, "And I wasn't ignoring you. I've just been ridiculously busy and I had no time,"

"Oh you had no time for your favourite person?" He rolls his eyes, acting like a teenager.

"I have time now alright Mr," You poke him in the stomach, "So we're going for our date day,"

Noah closes his eyes once more, "No can do, I'm too busy today,"

"Too busy for what I'd call my best date plan so far?" You raise your brows and soon his eyes ease open.

"You're not forgiven just yet," He pouts and you press a kiss to his lips to silence any more complaining that would come from them.

Noah's hands find your waist and he tugs you closer to him, kissing you with all the passion that he had missed.

"Certainly very touchy for someone who's annoyed at me," You chuckle as his hands go behind you and slightly south of your waist.

"I've missed you," He mumbles against your lips, completely forgetting his act of being angry, "Really, really missed you,"

"We can continue this later, babe," You smile, pushing yourself away from him with all your strength, "But, now, it's time for our date,"

Eventually, Noah is out of bed and getting ready. Whilst he is in the shower, you start the beginning of your date.

Leaving a note and his first clue on the table, you grab the rest of your things and exit the apartment quickly.

~~~Noah's POV~~~

When I was ready, I came back out into the kitchen of the apartment but was not met with (y/n) as I thought I would be.

"Babe?" I call, picking up the piece of paper on my kitchen counter.

'It all starts here gorgeous! Take this napkin to the place that it reminds you of most where you get one step closer to the main part of today xoxo'

I couldn't help but laugh, she must've been up all night planning this. It warmed my heart to know it was all for a date for us two. There was nothing more than that, she was going through all of this effort to just make sure that we'd have a good date. She really must've felt guilty.

I took the note and the napkin and knew exactly where the next step would be. The coffee shop where I'd first given her my number. It was back when she used to work there and I'd been building up the courage to give it to her for weeks based only on our short conversations whilst she made my order. I will never forget the way she spoke with such ambition about her future, such passion for her dreams and such compassion for the world and the people in it. It was like she was saying everything perfectly. And that's when I knew.

"Order for Noah?" The barrista calls from behind the counter, setting down a paper bag on the surface before turning to the next customer.

I frown and pick up the bag, finding a chocolate brownie inside. The smile fell back onto my lips instantly and I took the note out to read what idea she would have next.

'Looks like your memory is better than you say it is, congrats! Next, think about where you FINALLY decided to kiss me. One step closer my love xx'

Again, it was an instant response. The park about a street away from here. We'd been on a couple of dates by that point and they'd all gone really well but I felt so ridiculously nervous about it all. It wasn't like another girl when I was willing to just 'see how it went'. I knew more than anything that she was the one. And I was terrified of screwing it up by being too forward. Luckily, that didn't last too long.

~~~Flashback~~~

"There's just no way!" She exclaims, her moving hand gestures accentuating her annoyance, "How can you even say that Batman would win against Spiderman?"

I couldn't help but laugh, hands stuffed into the pockets of my jeans, "I just think Batman's cooler,"

"Yeah but Spiderman would still win," She shakes her head, "Batman has no real power, he's just rich!"

I roll my eyes but want her to carry on. I admired how passionate she could get about any topic- even superheroes.

"And realistically, Spiderman could just-"

I have a sudden urge to stop her from saying anything more so I spin her round and press my lips to hers. At first, it's light because I was fearful of her response. But then she's kissing back. And my hands are holding her waist and hers are resting on my shoulders. It's like something out of a film.

"Spiderman would still win," She mumbles against my lips and both of our mouths curl into the biggest smiles.

~~~Present Day~~~

'Congratulations babe! And my point still remains, Spiderman is better and always will be. Okay, you're probably missing me too much now so your final task is to get to the place you told me you loved me for the first time. See you soon handsome ;)'

And how could I ever forget? The roof of the hotel. I'd taken (y/n) to an event there and it was the most boring thing I've ever been to. I felt so guilty about it because I'd just wasted one of our dates. She took me up to the roof and we watched the view of the city for ages, and I told her I loved her. I'd known it for months before that but I was always so fearful of admitting it. It felt like a vulnerability I wasn't willing to have again. But I knew she'd be the last person I'd say it to.

"(Y/N)?" I frown as I walk through the ajar door onto the rooftop.

There are fairy lights scattered around the edge of the wall and a section of the concrete was covered by blankets, duvets and cushions. There was a wicker basket partially open with two plates set out beside it and two glasses.

"Is this enough for you to forgive me?" Her voice is quiet and perhaps relieved.

I spin around and she's stood behind me holding out two books.

My face turns from surprise to joy as I wrap her in the biggest bear hug possible.

"I brought your favourite and my favourite," She explains and finds my hand to lead me over to her set up.

"This is-" I begin but can't find an adjective good enough to describe it.

"An apology," She sighs, turning to face me once more and taking both of my hands in her littler ones, "I'm sorry I haven't made any time for you this week and I've been so blunt whenever I did reply to you. Works just been really stressful and I'm definitely glad it's all done now,"

"No apology needed, darling," I mutter, leaning down and pressing a soft, longing kiss to her lips.

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[writingsbychelle]

“Stop being so cute.” + Peter Kavinsky

drabble for @stardustbooknerd

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Sneeze after sneeze shook your body, causing you to groan at the constant itching of your nose and the burning of your throat. You hated being sick. No, that was an understatement. You despised being sick. Your body heavy and mind fuzzy while you were sipping the tea your boyfriend Peter had brought you.

“Have I told you how much I love you today?” you croaked out, your voice nasal due to your nose being completely blocked.

“A few times, actually,” Peter chuckled slightly before his eyebrows creased, a worried frown taking over his face, “Are you sure your sneezes didn’t cause you to lose some of your memory?”

“Fuck off,“ you tried to say, however, you were interrupted by another sneeze, a cough immediately following it.

“Goddammit, (Y/N), stop being so cute.”

“I’m not cute, I’m dying here, Peter,” you scolded your boyfriend who in turn only laughed at before he took the warm cup of tea out of your hands.

“Come here, my cute, dying girlfriend.” He opened his arms for you to crawl into, holding you close to his chest while rubbing soothing circles over your back and occasionally playing with your hair, his movements calming you down enough for your to finally relax, your eyes getting heavy as you realised how tired you had actually been.

“Get some sleep, babe. I’ll be right here until you wake up,” Peter whispered into your ear before he quickly pressed a kiss against your hot forehead.

“I love you,” you mumbled before sleep finally took over your body.

[imagines-dreams]

I vote, you write me a cute tatoo artist/florist imagine with whoever you feel inspired to writr (i love you SO MUCH)

I love you so much!!! And thanks for the suggestion! This was fun!

When Peter first applied for the job, he thought it would be nice. He’d get discounts on the flowers he gets for Gen. When he broke up with her, he kept it for the company. Ms. Gale was a wonderful friend. She always listened to him and told stories about how she was when she was his age, always lacing those stories with advice and humor.  And when she heard of his breakup, she gave him a bouquet of daffodils, the flowers for new beginnings.

Peter could do without one thing, though.

A few weeks after Peter’s break up, Ms. Gale made herself his wingwoman.

“(Y/n)’s going to like you, Peter! I promise.”

Peter laughed as he set another pot down. “Ms. Gale, I’m not that worried about that.”

“And you shouldn’t be!” Ms. Gale pinched his cheek and cooed, “Who could ever hate this face, hm?” She let go of his cheek and pointed to the back. “Now, be a dear and get her arrangement, please.”

Peter saluted her. “Yes, ma’am.” The arrangement was extravagant. A tower of sunflowers and lavenders in a large vase. He let out a puff of hair, pushed back his sleeves, and ran a hand through his hair before taking the large order in his arms. He pushed the door open and called, “(Y/n)?”

“That’s me.”

Peter almost dropped the vase. That voice was so beautiful. A bit timid, but wow. He gulped and set the vase down on the counter. He took a deep breath before peeking around the large flower arrangement.

Then, he saw you, covered and framed by the stems and leaves, and damn. You were beautiful.

You giggled. “Having fun there?”

Peter cleared his throat. He stepped to the side and took a deep breath. Your smile was so bright and happy. Even when you were standing in the middle of one of his favorite places, an actual flower shop, you outshone all the flowers on display.

He flashed a winning smile and held out his hand. “Name’s Peter.”

You nodded and shook his hand. “(Y/n).” You looked to the flowers and sighed. “Beautiful, aren’t they?”

Peter glanced at you. “Yeah.” You were beautiful.

Ms. Gale coughed. “Peter, why don’t you help (Y/n) to her car?”

Peter narrowed his eyes at his employer, but the old woman merely mouthed, “Good luck!”

“Only if you don’t mind, Peter.” You pointed to the flowers. “I’m not exactly cut out to carry this to my car.”

Peter just smiled brightly. “Of course! Anything for the lovely lady.”

You blushed and bowed your head so you could hide your red cheeks. “Uh, this way.” You awkwardly shuffled to your car, all while Peter mouthed a “Thank you” to Ms. Gale. She in turn smiled and gave him a thumbs-up.

Peter helped you stuff the complicated flower arrangement in the backseat of your car. Then, he turned to you and asked, “Uh, so (Y/n), you would like to get lunch or coffee some time?”

You tried to hide your smile. “Well, that depends.”

“On what?”

“On whether you asking me out or not.” Your heart beat against your chest, and you hoped against hope that the handsome boy in front of you was indeed asking you out.

Peter stepped closer. “And if I am?”

You hummed and tilted your head from side to side. “Then, I’d say yes.”

Peter nodded. “Ok. Very informative.” He laughed. “(Y/n), would you like to go on a date with me?”

You giggled and nodded. “Yes, Peter. I would love to.”

[fbfh]

Okay first of all I don't care if people want to call him "a walking ick" or whatever (third movie specifically????? Sometimes) shut the fuck up trend hoppers Peter Kavinsky is still my husband. Idc. I really don't.

No bc how cute would it be if he shows up at your apartment to pick you up for a party with his college lacrosse team buddies, as per the terms of your fake dating agreement (bc it's Peter of course it's gonna be a fake dating au) except he's way earlier than you expected. You told him earlier to just come in when he arrives, so he walks through your apartment, calling your name. He hears muffled music coming from your bedroom. The door is ajar, and he sees you mostly dressed, makeup brush in hand with a few pairs of shoes and the rest of your outfit laid out in front of you. You paused getting ready so you could scream sing along to the Adele song that came on shuffle. Your hair isn't done and you don't have on all your makeup yet. You look so raw and organic like this, lit up by late afternoon sunlight streaming in through your windows. You look more beautiful than anything Peter's ever seen. He suddenly wishes he'd brought you flowers. You look so real and ethereal and sincere, because you are, he realizes. You look like something straight out of an iconic romantic comedy. He doesn't realize it now, not fully, but in hindsight he'll remember this as the moment he fell in love with you.

[retvenkos]

statues and stories | p.k.

To All The Boys - Peter Kavinsky x Reader, fluff requested

word count: 813

song: statues and stories - adam guettel | 🔦

A/N: Do I know how much a trip to Italy costs? Roughly. Could your average group of teens manage it? Most definitely not. Is that stopping me? No.

Summary: A senior trip takes you and Peter to Florence, where the museums are more beautiful than anything.

Florence, Italy - also known as "the Athens of the Middle Ages" - shimmered like a diamond in the midday sun. You walked down the beautiful streets with a spring in your step, twisting your head this way and that, trying to drink in all the sights of the city. You breathed in deeply through your nose, something light and giddy bubbling in your chest. This world was unlike anything else, and you were intent on experiencing it all while you could.

For your senior trip, you, Peter, LJ, John Ambrose, and Chris had planned for a week in Florence, Italy. Just how you all had managed to save was still beyond you (although you had the suspicious feeling that John Ambrose was to thank), but you had been saving for years, and finally, it had happened. You were supposed to stick together in a group, but as it inevitably happened, you all wanted to go your separate ways. Now it was just you, Peter, and a city of possibility.

When the museum was in sight, groups of tourists rushing in, shoulder to shoulder, you paused, just marveling at the building and the excitement it held. Peter, who had come on this summer trip with you, grabbed your hand and squeezed it tightly, not saying a word but letting his joy overflow into you.

"Ready?" Peter asked. You nodded, grinning wide; it was more lovely than the sun. "Make sure to get a picture of me kissing one of the statues."

"Peter! You'll get us kicked out!"

"Are you going to deny me of this moment, (Y/n)?"

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, but were smiling, nonetheless. "I'll make sure to get your good side."

"Both of my sides are good."

"Well, I prefer this one." You kissed him featherlight on his left cheek, and Peter mumbled some kind of wisecrack response before turning and kissing you properly. He pulled you close until you were breathless, and when he pulled away, you chuckled. "If you kiss the statues like that, I might just get jealous."

"I'll try not to charm Aphrodite too much."

You stuck your tongue out at Peter's teasing words and pulling him forward through the buzzing crowd into the museum. The sight took your breath away, and you wandered through the building in awe of all the magnificent art. How could one building hold so many precious, heavenly creations? 

You tugged Peter to and fro - never letting go of his hand - marveling at statues and paintings, portraits and sculptures, icons of kings and sketches of angels. Occasionally, you'd look over at Peter and find him already staring at you, as though amid such remarkable beauty, you were the true work of art, hidden beside him. You'd nudge him with your shoulder, and he'd say something cheesy, but the look in his eye would tell you he meant it with the conviction of one blessed.

By the end of the visit, you had sneaked photos in rooms you weren't supposed to, you had told Peter the stories behind a few works of art, and had listened to him come up with ridiculous histories for sculptures (all of them involving forbidden affairs or deep love for a particular kind of cheese). You had attempted to get that picture of Peter kissing a rather popular bust, but that hadn't gone as planned, and all you ended up with was a blurry photo of Peter leaning forward and the security guard crossing his arms, glaring. Peter had claimed to have not known better, but the both of you were laughing too hard to sell the story.

"I'm kinda glad I didn't end up kissing that statue," Peter said as the two of you walked down the Florentine streets, hand in hand, the bright sun on your back, and all the world before you, "can you imagine how many people have touched that?"

"Enough to give you at least twelve different diseases."

"And you didn't stop me?"

"Whatever happened to, 'Are you going to deny me of this moment, (Y/n)'?"

Peter laughed and tugged you over to an empty bench. "You're supposed to be my impulse control."

"Seeing as we were only warned, I'd say I'm doing a pretty good job."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." You kissed him, cupping his cheek, and you felt the way he grinned against you. "We need to go on vacation more often."

Peter hummed in agreement. "We do." You leaned against his shoulder, and Peter kissed the top of your head. "Maybe not Italy, though."

You chuckled. "You mean you don't love paying through the teeth for a couple of days in the sun?"

"California would be a lot less expensive if that's all you wanted."

"Yeah, but I want Florence."

Peter smiled at you. He had the good sense not to argue. "Then I guess we'll make do."

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I Can’t Keep Doing This (P. K.)

Warnings: Nop.

Word Count: 300 words.

A/N: Hello everyone!!! This is day 2 of my 300 Followers Celebration and my 5 Years Celebration so I’m here with a new story! This is my first time writing for some characters but I really love them so I wanted to give it a try, anyway hope you like it. Thanks so much for reading 💕

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Thanks for reading <3

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This was it, you were going to talk to him to finish everything up, you just couldn’t keep up with the lie you two were telling everyone, your most recent feelings for him making it all more difficult. 

You had agreed to play this stupid game with Peter because never in a million years you thought that you would actually fall for him but now life was laughing right in your face for being so innocent, of course you were going to fall for him, the guy had it all. He was nice and sweet and made you feel happy and safe, constantly taking you to new places and having little details with you that no one ever had.

You had thought about it all day, barely paying any attention to your classes to find the right words but when the bell rang for the last time that day you realized that it didn’t matter anyway, this was just a plott to make Gen jealous, it wasn’t like you were actually dating.

Walking to your locker your hands started sweating a little bit at the sight of him there waiting for you before his practice, he had a gift to make to feel nervous and now you were question yourself if you really were ready to do it. 

You knew he didn’t love you and that’s why you needed to ended everything up before you got hurt and heartbroken, it was only a matter of time before he got back with Gen so why wait, right? That way you would save yourself a lot of pain.

You could see how his smile grow at the sight of you coming but it had to be done so when you reached him you let those words out.

“I can’t keep doing this…”

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[haileygarciasunshine]

Envy

Pairing: Peter Kavinsky x Reader

Warning: Drinking, Partying, swearing

Word Count: 2,914

Jealous Peter Imagine

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“Earth to Y/N.” Kennedy said with a pout on her face, while waving her hand feverishly in front of your face.

“Did you hear anything I just said?”

Frowning, you looked down at your lap fidgeting with your hands. The air blowing around you, causing pieces of your hair, to fall out of it’s place from the bun on top of your head. Your fellow college students, enjoying the air outside. The wind was full of chatter from all around campus.

“Uh.. No...Sorry.”

“I was saying, there’s a tall brunette looking at you.”

“Oh.”

“Oh? That’s all you have to say?”

You shrugged at your friend, “I’m not interested.”

“What do you mean you’re not interested?”

Rolling your eyes you said, “Kennedy. You know exactly what I mean. I’m focusing on my school work.”

Dramatically sighing she started, “Y/N. I’m just saying, to have fun with the guy not marry him,” She rolled her eyes continuing, “Besides, would it really be that bad, dating Mr. Tall and Handsome over there?”

It was your turn to roll your eyes at her, “Whatever. I have to go.” You told her playfully.

Getting up promptly, you weren’t exactly paying attention to where you were going, which caused you to walk right into the man in question.

“Woah, woah, woah.” He said grabbing onto your elbows to try and keep you steady, “You okay?”

Moving to look up at him, you froze mouth gaping for a minute.

“Yeah...Uh...Thank you.” Pulling yourself from the mysterious man, you continued down the sidewalk, outside the college.

Suddenly, the sound of shoes jogging on the pavement was erupting in the wind.

“Woah...Hey.” The mysterious man was by your side, “You run into me and don’t even give me your name?” He questions.

A comfortable silence fell over the two of you, as you continued walking side by side. 

“Y/N.” You said offering a soft smile, “My name’s Y/N.” Offering your hand to give him a handshake.

“Peter.” He said returning your soft smile. 

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Smiling to yourself, the comforting memory of how you met Peter, playing over in your mind.

“What’re you smiling about?” Peter questioned, coming up to you wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you to his chest.

“I was thinking about how we met.” You murmured into his chest.

Resting his head on top of yours, he jokingly said, “Oh, I remember that day. You were a brat back then too.” He chuckled to himself.

“Hey!” You giggled, trying to pull away from Peter unsuccessfully. Your soft pushing him away, was no match for the man’s iron grip.

“Girl, stop it. You know I mean it with love.” 

Giving up, you resumed your previous spot back on his chest. Walking up to the two of you embracing, Gabe and Trevor making their way to you.

“Ew. Seriously, you guys. Get a damn room.” Gabe said dramatically, while making a gagging sound.

Rolling his eyes, Peter let up on his grip on you before joining your side. Kennedy, soon joined the groups conversation. Walking to the cafe everyone was more than pleasant after their third cup of coffee. It had become a tradition in the mornings, to stop by the little mom and pop cafe, at the campus court yard. During this time, is usually when you all caught in the recent events that was going on in your friends lives. If the weather allowed, your group would usually sit under a tree, in the court yard. Peter, would usually sit next to you, more often than not, he would pull your leg to rest against his thigh, causing you to shift closer to him. His arm or hand would rest against your leg that was resting on him. Ever since you met him, he would be affectionate towards you, causing butterfly’s to erupt in your stomach, and leave a lingering feeling hours after he hand touched you.

“There’s a party being thrown at the Gamma Kappa, frat house tonight. Who’s in?” Trevor asked.

Everyone but you responded, your cup of coffee suddenly becoming the most interesting thing you’ve ever seen.

“Y/N? You in?” Trevor asked hopeful.

“Uhh...I... I don’t know...Parties aren’t really my thing Trev...” You let out a hesitant breath. 

Usually, you don’t go to parties with your friends. You had feelings for Peter, falling for him was something you weren’t too happy about. He was a flirt, girls were always throwing themselves at him. You knew it was silly to fall for him, especially when he was your best friend. Your mind and your heart were always in conflict about Peter. He was almost always with you, sometimes sleeping over at your apartment that you shared with Kennedy. Often, letting you steal his sweatshirts, and shirts because they smelled like him.

Trevor gave you his infamous pout with his puppy eyes, a face he knew you couldn’t say no to.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, you gave in “Alright, fine.”

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Looking in the mirror, you were smoothing out your dress, hoping to forget about your feelings for Peter, even if it was only for a few hours. Kennedy, had chosen your dress for you. It was a red dress, with thin straps that were resting on your shoulders, while the hem of the dress barely, reached mid thigh on you. She had paired it with a pair, of black stiletto heels. Both of you were wearing your hair straight, it had taken a few hours between the both of you using the flat iron, to reach what Kennedy, considered perfection. 

Kennedy, insisted that we would meet the boys at the frat house, not wanting them to see your looks for the night. She was trying to make Trevor, jealous into admitting his feelings for her. All the while, she knew about your feelings for Peter. Once, you stepped foot outside the apartment building, you immediately regretted your outfit of choice. The chilly air, consuming you, causing your teeth to chatter, and body to shake. 

Once, you both got closer to the party, Kennedy seemily, had two men waiting close by to accompany you to the party. 

“Y/N, this is Milo. Milo, this is Y/N.”

“Hi.” You said while tucking a strand of hair behind your hair, not meeting Milo’s gaze. 

Taking your hand in his, he brought your knuckles up to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on them.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/N.”

“Shall we go?” Kennedy, clapped excitedly, wrapped in her dates jacket.

With your attention on your friend, you hadn’t noticed Milo’s actions of shrugging off his jacket, until it was placed on your shoulders. Turning your head to face him, you said, “Thank you.” to him as you both began following Kennedy, and her date, to the party.

Stepping into the dwelling, a wave of warmth washed over you, along with a musty smell. The party was blasting music. Upon entering, Milo had placed his hand on the small of your back, to guide you through the crowd. His hand on your back, wasn’t the same as Peters, causing your body to stiffen.

Your dates, lead you to a table that was unoccupied. Once you both were situated, they disappeared to go get drinks for the four of you. Somehow, your group of guy friends found the both of you.

“Y/N!” “Kennedy!” 

Sounded from the group of boys. 

Peter came up behind you, his chest coming in contact with your back, hands resting on your waist. 

“You look stunning.” His hot breath fanning across your ear, sending shivers down your spin. Closing your eyes, you leaned back into Peter, resting your head back against his strong shoulder. Goose bumps, began covering your arms, while a fluttering feeling coursed through your veins. One, of his hands made their way up to your hair, tugging it behind your ear, while the feeling of his lips ghosted over your ear.

“Excuse me. You are?” 

Your eyes snapping open, bringing you back to reality, your table was empty, leaving you, Milo, and Peter alone. Milo, set your drink down in front of you, causing you to unravel yourself from Peter. 

Peter’s chocolaty eyes, were met with piercing blue ones. Jealous had overwhelmed his senses, causing him to let out a low growl in return. He had always had feelings for you. He flirted with girls in front of you, in hopes of being able to gauge some sort of reaction from you, testing the waters in seeing if you shared his feelings. 

Taking your hand, Milo lead you to the dance floor, sending a smirk over your shoulder before leaving a jealous Peter in your wake. Stepping foot on the dance floor, you were met with your group of friends.

“Y/N!!!” 

They all drunkenly yelled, causing you to giggle dropping your gaze to your shoes. 

“Can I have this dance?” Milo asked in a hushed tone.

Nodding, you wrapped your arms around his neck, while his hands rested low on your hips, causing him to wrap himself around you. The thought of Peter, was still clouding your mind. It wasn’t until you felt a hand travel down to your butt giving it a light squeeze, that pulled you from your thoughts about Peter. Milo, shot you a playful smirk, before he leaned down pressing his lips to yours. His teeth gently, bit down on your bottom lip, tugging your lip lightly when he pulled away. 

His lips moved to your jaw, then down to your neck where he caused you to gasp, not expecting him to bite down on your sensitive skin. An unapproved moan, fell from your lips. Taking your reaction as encouragement, he began sucking and biting on your neck, leaving a bruises in his wake. 

Making his way up to your ear, his hot breath sent delicious shivers over your body, “I think it’s working.” He said lowly.

You gave him a confused look in response. 

“You’re trying to make that guy from the table jealous, yeah?”

Simply giving him a nod, he continued, “He’s jealous.”

Looking up at Milo, your lips fell open in shock, “Are you su-”

“I know that look all too well.”

“Oh.”

“Do you want to put on a show for him?” He asked mischievously. 

Before you knew it, “Let’s do it,” fell from your lips, causing you to think it was the alcohol talking.

Suddenly, Milo had both hands on your hips, spinning you around so that his chest was pressed to your back. He resumed leaving kisses and bruises, along your neck and collarbone. His hands were on steadily on your hips, resulting in a steady pace of your butt swaying against his crotch. After, what felt like hours, Milo spun you around again, causing you to be face to face. His lips hungerily, crashed onto yours. His tongue parting your lips, not bothering to ask for permission. Once, his tongue entered your mouth the taste of whiskey, filled your mouth. Milo was busy shoving his tongue down your throat, to hear Peter come up to the two of you.

Peter, had been sitting at the table alone. Something he wasn’t used to. Many girls had come and tried to get his attention, but his eyes were glued to you and Milo on the dance floor. 

Suddenly, Milo was ripped away from you, while your hand was swiftly taken intertwined with Peters. He had pulled you away from Milo, and out of the frat house. As the freezing air hit you, causing sobriety to over take you. Once, your mind had cleared, you stopped walking, yanking your hand out of Peters, causing him to turn and face you confused.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Your words coming out much more harsh than you had intended. 

Silence fell between the two of you. Peter was suddenly interested in his shoes. You could’ve sworn that you had saw redness dancing across his cheeks. 

“Peter?” Your voice was barely above a whisper.

Deciding he wasn’t going to give you an answer, you pushed past him and headed to your apartment. 

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“Y/N.” A soft knock came from your bedroom door.

Groaning in response, you rolled over in bed so that your back was to the door.

The soft creek of the door opening filled the room. Suddenly, your blankets were lifted up and someone slid in. A familiar scent, filled your nose. Letting out a low groan, you didn’t want to have this conversation.

“Y/N,” A husky voice started, “I’m sorry about last night. I don’t know what came over me...” 

“Bullshit, Peter. You know damn well what came over you.”

“Ouch,” His voice playfully said.

“Why are you here, Peter?” You sighed, “I don’t want to see you.”

“I know. Can you at least turn around? You don’t have to open your eyes.”  He whispered, his voice laced with sadness.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, you closed your eyes rolling around so that you were face to face with Peter. His hand moved to your face, gently cupping your cheek, causing you to lean into his touch unwillingly. His hand that was cupping your face, moved down to your waist allowing him to wrap his arm around you, pulling you closer to him, so there was no space between either of you. 

Chuckling softly, his husky voice sounded, “Nice shirt.”

You could hear the smirk that had spread across his face, causing you to open your eyes, and glare at him. 

“Shut up.”

“What? You look better in my clothes, than I do.” A blush made it’s way on his cheeks. 

You rolled your eyes in response to his flirtatious comment. It all happened so quickly. His lips barely brushed against yours, before he retreated. Immediately, guilt spread across his features. 

“I’m-” 

Not letting him finish his sentence, you had pounced on Peter, taking him by surprise. His back hit the mattress as you straddled his hips, placing your hands on his chest to keep your balance.

Peter looked up at you full of surprise. Leaning down, your lips captured Peters, a light kiss turning into something heated in a matter of seconds. Taking his bottom lip between your teeth, you gently nibbled on it, enticing a deep moan from the man underneath you. His hands that were resting on your hips, began to roam your body. One, hand made its way underneath your shirt, realizing you only had panties on underneath, he let out a heavy moan. 

Taking the opportunity, your tongue snaked its way into Peter’s mouth. His tongue wrestled against yours. Pulling away slightly, you placed a kiss against the corner of his mouth, making your way to his jaw nipping at the skin. You could hear the sharp intake of breath that Peter had took. He couldn’t take it anymore, flipping you over on the bed so your back was in contact with the mattress. 

He settled in between your legs, swiftly taking his shirt off of your body. A deep growl was heard from the man above you. Before, you could question him his mouth was on yours, shoving his tongue in your mouth, not bothering to gain access rather taking authority.

The hand that wasn’t supporting his weight above you, traveled down to your calf, pulling softly to wrap your leg around his waist, to pull him impossibly closer to you. His hot mouth began traveling down your jaw, nipping and sucking down your neck. 

Pulling back lightly, his tongue soothed the bruise he had just placed in your skin, looking proud in that moment. It dawned on you that he was jealous of the bruises Milo had given to you the night before, Peter covered them with his own bruises marking you as his.

Suddenly, his eyes grew cloudy, his voice growing deeper, “Baby, you’ll be screaming my name, you won’t be able to talk tomorrow.” Giving you a devious smile.

Your phone ringing, disturbed the heated moment. Not wanting to give the satisfaction to Peter, you reached over and answered it.

“Hello?”

“How did we do last night?” 

It was your turn to give him the devious smile.

“Oh, hey Milo.”

Peter growled, resuming his previous actions. He began biting and sucking leaving fresh bruises from your collarbones, to the tops of your breasts. His actions making it hard for you to hold in your moans while talking to Milo.

Finally, Peter got annoyed taking your phone from you, he spoke into it, “Y/N’s kinda busy at the moment. She won’t be going on anymore dates with you because she has a boyfriend.” Hanging up on Milo, Peter placed your phone back on your nightstand. 

Looking up at Peter, you gave him a knowing look, “My Boyfriend?”

“Oh, I almost forgot. Will you be my girlfriend? In case my actions weren’t clear enough, I have feelings for you.”

Giggling, you nodded your head excitedly. Peter’s lips were back on yours in an instant. He began grinding his hips into your causing you to come undone beneath him. His teeth grazed your ear, before he began nibbling, causing you to arch your back into him, letting out another moan. Your finger nails digging into the skin of his back in pleasure. 

There was a loud knock on your bedroom door, causing Peter to stop his actions, “I wanted to let you know, that I’m going to Trevor's house before this gets too loud. Be safe kids.”

[justauthoring]

Doesn’t Even Compare // Peter Kavinsky

Peter kavinsky fluff like them staying in bed and cuddling while watching movies and maybe a little making out with his hand on the reader ass

A/N: ;)

Please don’t plagiarize my work - I spend a lot of my time writing, copying and pasting destroys that. If you want to repost my work. please ask first - but even then I might say no.

Word Count: 549

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“He is not that cute.”

“Uh, yeah, he is.”

“...I am way better looking than that guy.”

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes, quirking a brow as you peered up at Peter. His brows were drawn in together and he was pouting, obviously jealous, as the lights from the TV reflected off of his eyes. The moment he felt your gaze on him though, he turned his attention to you. “I’m serious.”

“Yeah right,” you laughed, shaking your head.

“How in the world is Gilbert Blythe more attractive then me?” Peter exclaimed, shifting upwards slightly. You groaned in response, given that you’d been leaning heavily on his chest, his movements affected yours. When you felt Peter sitting up, you followed him, reaching for the remote to pause the show as you turned your head to face your boyfriend. “I mean look at him,” he gestured to the TV, “he’s so scrawny, and I am not scrawny. Not to mention, that hair-”

“Your hair is just as messy.”

“That’s not the point,” Peter huffed, then frowned, “besides, you said you liked the messy look.”

“I do.”

“Then... how?”

With a soft smile and a sigh, you rolled your eyes once again. You knew Peter wasn’t actually upset or angry, and rather, his ego was a little insulted. This little rant was purely based off of jealously (and you chose to ignore the fact that he was jealous of a TV character -- a fictional character).

Knowing what had to be done, you set your hands before yourself, bracing yourself as you rose your leg, moving it so it was across Peter’s lap. His rambling instantly halted the moment you crawled onto his lip, setting your hands on his chest, making sure to even run your fingers along his shirt as you smirked down at him. 

“You know you’re the only guy for me,” you assured, smiling.

Pouting for a moment longer, Peter’s hands came up to your waist, pulling you closer as he muttered; “damn right.”

A little squeal of surprise left your lips when Peter slid his hands down from your waist to your ass, cupping it and tugging you forward until you practically fell against his chest. You were glad your hands had been on his chest, helping you brace yourself from the sudden movement as Peter pressed his lips against your own.

You didn’t hesitate a moment before returning the kiss, eventually sliding your own hands up his chest, to his neck and then cupping the back of his head to pull him closer.

After a moment you pulled back, mumbling breathless against his lips; “but the sho-”

“Who cares about the show?”

“Peter-!”

“Come on, Y/N,” Peter grinned, squeezing your ass a little as he licked his lips. “I’d much rather sit here and make out with you.”

Huffing, you knew that you agreed with Peter. So, with a half-hearted glare, you pressed your lips against his own once more. You moaned slightly into the kiss, against his lips, as Peter messaged your ass, moving one hand up to press against your lower back. All the while, your fingers ran through his messy hair, pulling him as close as humanely possible.

Peter was right, Gilbert was definitely did not compare to the boy in front of you.

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let me know what you thought? remember, reblogging always helps!

also, the whole gilbert blythe thing is just a joke. both noah and lucas are both very attractive boys (what?? im not gonna lie). i merely did this because of that whole thing that lara jean covey’s dream man is gilbert blythe. just a little joke for yall.

[adelindschade]

The Scrunchie and the Hare

Drabble of the night!

Peter Kavinsky was many things.

Taller. Stronger. Handsome. Well, he was! But that particular characteristic wasn’t relevant to the dilemma at hand. Faster.

 But Lara Jean had some things over Peter. She was arguably smarter. Stubborn. And full of adrenaline.

 Zig Zag.

Zip to left.

Smooth.

Turn to the right.

Close call.

Left again.

Yes! He slipped. Keep running.

“Damn it, Covey!”

 “Run, Large, Run!” Gabe yelled.

“I am!” she squealed.

 BREAK

She could feel Peter come closer. She zagged once again. He almost caught her.

 How did she get into this? Rather, what is ‘this’?

‘This’ predicament aroused from a simple bet: Neither Lara Jean or Peter could keep their hands to themselves. Gabe pointed it out. The PDA was very much noticed by his friends, and hers, too. So, she teased him. Challenged him he couldn’t restrain himself. He countered with the same argument. So, a bet was issued. First person to touch the other lost – therefore the recipient wins something of their choosing.

Not even four days into the bet, Peter was going visibly crazy. Lara Jean, too, but she was keeping her cool. She could see him try to reach out to her and then suddenly retract, realizing what he was going to do. He whined, moaned, and begged for her to end it.

No can do. Lara Jean was determined to see this through.

He caved. Kissed her with such vigor she felt faint.

She won and got the kiss of her life. Win-Win.

Her prize? Her scrunchie. The one he always wore on his wrist.

 “You don’t even have that much hair!” she laughed when she snagged it off his wrist.

“Hey, no, give that back!”

“Nope!”

 His friends watched in amusement as he chased her all over the field, hell, rooting for her, too! Some actually. The other half were entertained and were cheering on Peter.

“Stop running, Covey!”

“No! You’re going to take this back!”

“I’m going to do more than just that!”

“Ahh!”

 Lara Jean tried to exit the field but his friends blocked the opener. With a childish wag of his finger, said-traitor waved her back into the field. Apparently, their little game was to be confined. She tried to escape the corner she had been trapped in but to no avail, so she just weaved back and forth until Peter left a wide enough opening for her to squeeze through.

“Give it up, Covey.”

“Never.”

“Peter!”

“Admit defeat!”

“I won fair and square. You kissed me.”

“You’re not leaving here with that scrunchie.”

“It’s my favorite.”

“It’s my favorite, too!”

 She pulled the most epic move – twirling around him as he lunged, escaping his grip. His friends hollered.

“Damn, Kavinsky! That was straight up murder.”

“Way to miss!”

“Brilliant, Large!”

 She ran to the opposite end of the field, zigging and zagging.

She was starting to lose breath.

 The one misstep ruined her.

Next thing she knew, Peter had her engulfed – sweeping her off the ground and into his chest as they fell to the side.

“He got her ass!”

“That’s what I’m talking about Kavinsky!”

“That was a good run, Large!”

“The girl has some legs!”

 “Give it,” he ordered huskily. His breath tickled her neck.

“No,” she giggled. She tried to escape, wiggling, and noticed he suddenly went stiff.

“Stop that,” he growled.

“No.”

They were closer than ever now, with his arm tightly around her and her back pressed against his chest. Then she felt the other thing.

Her face went beat red.

“Peter!”

“Not helping, Covey!”

“Not the time or place!”

“You’re the one who was wiggling!”

“Oh my God.”

“Give. Me. The. Scrunchie.”

“I’m traumatized.”

“Most girls would be flattered their boyfriend is visibly turned on.”

“Not now!”

He chuckled into her neck, shaking with laughter.

She tried to wiggle some more but his arms tightened, keeping her in place.

“Not. Helping.”

“I don’t know what to do.”

“Give me the scrunchie and then… I don’t know… stay still for a second.”

“No… and… no.” She chirped.

“You’re killing me,” he groaned.

 She clasped a hand over the scrunchie on her wrist, holding it tightly between her thighs as she presumed the fetal position.

 “I’m not putting my hand there,” Peter said gruffly. It sent a shiver up her spine.

“Good. Then you can’t get it,” she grinned.

He groaned into her shoulder.

 “You guys done spooning yet?” His friends call out.

“In a minute,” he called out. Then he returned to her cheek. “Give me the scrunchie.”

“No,” she laughed.

“I will get it back,” he growled before pressing a kiss behind her ear.

“Nope,” she replied, hopping up in a spring.

Peter took his time to get up.

 When he started to walk, she noticed how stiff he was.

Then she started to giggle uncomfortably.

“Think about your grandma or something,” she called out, grinning.

He spun to glare. “I will get you back,” he warned.

“I trust you will,” she saluted. “Carry on, Kavinsky.”

 “Dude, you didn’t fall that hard!” his friend pointed.

“Ooh man, you got yourself a boner.”

“Damn, Kavinsky! Need a minute to, uh, work that out? Give you some privacy?”

 “Shut it! Let’s finish practice.”

 “So, you can finish business with your girlfriend?”

 “One more word and I’m smashing your face in.”

 As she turned before exiting, she winks at Peter. He simply shakes his head, purses his lips, and points at her.

You’re in for it later.

Oh, she counted on it.

[pinkykitten]

to all the boys i’ve loved before masterlist

✰menu✰ cakes: one-shot macaroons: blurb/drabble or imagine with less than 1,000 cupcakes: headcanons baguette: preferences pies: chapter or series

✰ — cupcakes:

“to all the boys i’ve loved before headcanons” | peter kavinsky, josh sanderson x fem! reader

[jotatetsuken]

HIHI SHYNA!! congrats on 100 followers, your milestone event is one of the most creative and cutest that i’ve seen!! <3

may i join? my pronouns are they/she (but i’m also fine with she/her when writing and reading!), ENFP, dessert, rosemary, and special ingredient is… drum roll please… satori tendou!! (so on brand of me HAHA)

thank you so much and i can’t wait to see what you create! congrats once again :)

HIIII DICE :D thank you so so much for being the first person to send me a request, and I hope you enjoy the meal. I'm so so sorry for the delay, but,here's the Satori drabble for you <3 also, imyyyyyy 🥺

To The Red-Haired Man that I Eventually Loved

features: satori tendou x reader

final dish for: @sweetsbysatori

type of writing: drabble

trope: fake relationship, college au

warnings: starts angsty 'cause reader's crush is dating someone, overall fluffy as heck

song: about love - marina

number of words: 992

beta reading: @saltyvanilla (ilysvm thank you for everything ♥️)

tagging: @mrskenmakozume @hyeque @akaashi-todorki @kiiraes @miikoos @ohtobiors @oyasumiares @tiddieluvr @sabyss @cirigiri @beware-of-the-rogue @cuz-like-why-not @haikyutiehoe @oikawas-milk-bread @solamoure @lunaevangeline (taglist form)

prompt: “I may or may not be secretly leaving teddy bears outside your house so I can see your delighted face in the mornings.” - @sleepyprompts

a/n: so I definitely thought of "To All the Boys I've Loved Before" for this one hahaha. Although, Satori would be a better Peter Kavinsky imo :D Hope y'all enjoy this <3 Likes, comments, and reblogs, especially reblogs are appreciated. ^_^

Made with Love: 100 Followers Event (closed)

“Satori,” she cries out as she begins melting chocolate on the stove. “Yes, dearie,” her red-haired companion approaches her, grabbing the spatula from her hands as she yells, “Hey,” as he swats her hands away, tossing them aside. “Oh, thank heavens you didn't burn the chocolate,” he exaggerated, causing her to roll her eyes. She hugged him from the back and asked, “Satori, remember how we got together?” He laughed, saying, “of course I do, darling. It happened when…

A year ago, in their last year at Shiratorizawa University, (Y/N) noticed that her crush, Eita Semi, was dating her nemesis, prompting wrath to flood through her veins, especially anytime they were in public. This was something her best friend, Satori Tendou, couldn't help but notice. So he summons her to a park, where he sits on a bench and enunciates, “listen, (Y/N), until you attract Eita's attention in some way, he'd unfortunately not glance at you,” causing her to nod in agreement as she looks down on the grass until an idea strikes her. “How about we fake date?” she asks, looking up. Satori glances at her with a strange expression, considering for a while before the identical thought process occurs to him. “That's terrific; we can start acting like a couple and annoy Semi-Semi!” Both of them grinned at each other.

The next day, she walked with Satori, arm in arm to the classroom, causing the ashen-haired boy to look in shock, and Ushijima to narrow his eyes at them. Semi then asks him, "Satori, when did this happen? Why did you not tell me about her?" As they sat in their seats, still holding hands, she sighs and states, "Eita, it just happened all of a sudden, y'know?" shrugging her shoulders.Eita was very perplexed by what he saw and started fiddling with his fingers.

Satori and she had since been the talk of the town. They traveled to university together, ate lunch together frequently, and went on double dates with people. She even went to volleyball games when Eita, Satori, and Wakatoshi would play together, and she watched Eita staring at Satori and her interactions throughout, distracting him from his game. Satori and she ended up bonding over many things, including their favorite movies, meals, and chocolate, and they were even candid about their damaged pasts.

Before going for classes one day, she opened her door to find an (f/c) teddy bear on her front porch, with a note saying, "thinking of you." She smiled to herself while she waited for Satori. "Hello, honey," he gushes as he moves up to her, his eyes widening when he notices the teddy bear. "Oooh, who's the special someone who gave it to you?" he asks with a smirk, poking at her shoulders. As she sits in the car, she blushes and answers, "I'm not sure who sent it, but it made my day." Satori then looked at her with adoring eyes, fully mesmerized by her grin as he drove her. Days went by, and she received more teddy bears on her front porch, and whenever Satori and she were in the cafeteria, Semi always tried approaching her, but to no avail, as his girlfriend would take him away. 

However, one day, it was raining, and as she frantically opened the door, she saw the teddy bear holding a small umbrella, bringing a chuckle to her face, but the smile wore off as the note said, “I’m not who you think I am.” She became curious over time as to who sent it, and her first guess being Eita, caused her to walk to him during lunch. “Eita,” she calls out to him as he’s ending, and he flinches in shock as he turns to her and stands up, “(Y/N), I need to talk to you.” She narrowed her eyes, replying, “funny, I needed to talk to you too. Can we go to the park?” He nodded and answered, “Sure.”

Eita and (Y/N) strolled through the park down a pebble path to a nearby bench to avoid walking on the wet grass when the rain had ceased. “Why don't you go first?” she suggested as they seated. The setter then takes her hands in his and says, “I'd be lying if I said I didn't have feelings for you, but I do. I'm sorry I dated another lady, but I wanted us to find a way to talk about us, and I thought-”

“Are you the one who has been dropping teddy bears on my porch?” she interrupted, taking her hands off Semi's grip. “No, no, I didn't, but-” he says, furrowing his brows. She then placed her hand forward to calm him, halted, and began to wonder who it could be, when she heard a familiar voice from a distance say, “I may or may not be secretly leaving teddy bears outside your house so I can see your delighted face in the mornings.”

The instant she turned around and saw Satori approach her, she had a rude awakening. Their bond felt more real than her crush on Semi over the preceding few months of phoney courting. As a result, she dashed to Satori and enveloped herself in his arms. As he clutched her, his fingers finding their way into the cracks of her locks, she confessed, her words muffled, “I need you to know, Satori Tendou, that I like you, and not in a fake way.” He chuckled, cradled her face, and pressed his lips against hers, eventually melting into each other.

Months later, in the kitchen in Paris, she hugged him tighter and said, “Thank you, for loving me, in every way possible.” He tilted his head so as to perch it on her, chuckling, “You know? We should thank Semi-Semi for bringing us together.” You chuckled but laughed along as well. Despite his remarks, she would never trade him for the world.

© Shyna 2022

[kooksbliss]

𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. — jake sim

⇢ pairing: jake x reader

⇢ genre: distant friends to friends to fake lovers to lovers, fake dating!au, high school!au, future fluff, future suggestive content

⇢ type: series

⇢ word count: 1.5k

⇢ summary: so you may have dung yourself into a hole when one of your best friends, heeseung confesses to you and you may have told him you had a boyfriend. all while jake, your other friend who has been distant comes back after a year and.... well, your crush on him never really went away. maybe he could help you out, just like that night.

⇢ warnings: nothing really for this chapter. very  minimal cursing, heeseung from enhypen makes an appearance, soojin ex member of g i-dle makes an appearance, chaeryeong from itzy is mentioned.

a/n: helloooo it's been so so long :( i hope you all are doing well. i am starting a new series (will i regret it while still having to finish my jungkook series, yes probably). this chapter is pretty short because i wanted to post more content asap since it's been so long ty all for sticking with me<3 leave me suggestions or any ideas you would like me to write in my ask box! i’m down to do drabbles anytime that’s all, hope you enjoy!

— posted 02.4.2022

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“why don’t you just tell him you don’t like him? easy.” your friend soojin says as she stuffs more salad in her mouth.

“it’s not that simple soojin, this is heeseung we’re talking about. lee fucking heeseung, sweet doe eyed heeseung. i can’t just reject him.” heeseung has been your friend since elementary and only a month into senior year of high school he decided to confess his feelings to you. you weren't just going to reject him - you loved him, but you just didn't see him in that way and it wasn’t fair to you or him to ruin the friendship over something as silly as a crush.

“i guess you’re right - but hey, i’m sure we’ll think of something. have you seen him since?”

heeseung was super sweet about it - saying that he had to meet with you before school today but what you didn’t expect was for him to say that he had a bit of a crush on you with his eyes full of hope and a blush tinting his cheeks. how could you possibly say that you didn't feel the same way when he was basically giving you puppy dog eyes.

“no, i haven’t but i panicked and may or may not have told him thatihaveaboyfriend.” you said the last part rushed hoping soojin wouldn’t push the topic further as you bit into your watermelon. soojin raised her eyebrow to you. “uh, yn i’m gonna need you to say that again, slower.”

you sighed but gave in, “i kinda told him that i have a boyfriend.” you said as you sunk in your shoulders, “soojin what should i do? ugh.” you said stuffing your hands in your face making a dramatic fake cry to which your friend responded to a roll of her eyes.

“wait yn! what was the movie that you watched like two years ago and said how you wanted your high school romance to be like?” you racked your brain to which movie she could possibly be referencing until it clicked.

“uh, she’s all that?” she just looks at you as if you just insulted her in five different languages, “no dummy the one on netflix.” she said as she starts pulling out her phone to try and find the movie she’s thinking about. then it hit you, for real this time.

“ohh, to all the boys i’ve loved before?” you said as you finished your fruit cup.

“yes! that’s the one! yeah, why don’t you just say you have a boyfriend?”

“yeah expect i don’t - ”

“but he doesn’t need to know that, just have someone be your fake boyfriend like in that movie, get yourself a peter kavinsky.” soojin says as she moves her eyebrows up and down. you thought that was one of the most ridiculous ideas she’s ever had - which is saying a lot.

“yeah? and who exactly is going to be my “peter kavinsky?” you said using quotes with your fingers, “besides - heeseung already knows all the guys here and most definitely knows that I’m not involved with any of them.” to this you let out a pout.

“well i’m sure we can find someone - hmmm.” she said as she, what you assumed to be her thinking of a potential fake boyfriend for you. when she looked up at you with a slight smirk, “what about sim jake?” you already felt your heart doing backflips at the sound of his name, jake.

you and him both meet freshmen year in music class, the two of you soon became good friends, you would go to his afterschool soccer practice and he would come to your dance rehearsals, a lot of people, including heeseung thought the two of you were dating but jake was quick, a bit too quick to shut down those rumors. you would be lying if you said that if that didn’t hurt you a bit, you were slowly falling for one of your best friends.

but of course you wouldn’t tell him that, jake, soojin, heeseung, and you were the inseparable group, that was until jake’s parents decided to move into another city in the middle of junior year. the group tried to stay in touch the best they could but it was hard to keep the long distance friendship not to mention that jake got a girlfriend and sort of forgot about the rest of you, so at the moment you felt bittersweet about him - but it’s been almost half a year since you’ve last spoken to him.

“jake - like jake sim, like jake sim with the girlfriend?” you say as you roll your eyes, “i’m not a homewrecker, soojin.”

“you mean ex girlfriend?” soojin said with a grin, “i follow her on instagram and what do you know miss chaeryeong deleted all her pictures with jake and took the “j” and lock emoji from her bio.”

you were surprised that they had broken up. they were definitely that couple that you would go to a high school reunion 20 years later and they would still have been together, they were perfect for each other - everyone said it.

“is that so? well anyways why jake of all people? i haven’t even talked to the guy.” now it was soojin’s turn to be surprised.

“wait what? you haven’t talked to jake?”

“no…” you took a sip of your water. “you have?” you asked soojin with a questioning look. you always thought ever since jake stopped talking to you that he stopped talking to the whole group as well, you thought wrong.

“yeah? he always asks about you too, i would always wonder why he would ask me about you instead of talking to you personally but i’m guessing he cut ties with you?” she asked as her eyes wandered, falling onto heeseung making his way to your cafeteria table.

to say you were feeling jealous and confused was an understatement, he kept contact with soojin? and not with you? did he never like you as a friend and him moving was finally his escape to not having to talk to you anymore? “oh. yeah, me and him stopped talking a while ago. weird that he asks about me though.”

“weird? yn don’t make me laugh. i think jake likes you, i mean it’s obvious he still cares about you and your well-being.” you tried, keyword: tried to suppress the fact that jake could potentially like you, but there’s no way right?

“i don’t think so sooj-”

“yn. did something happen between you and jake?”

you froze. what? why is she asking that? surely she doesn’t know - there’s no way she knows, jake wouldn’t have told her, would he? it’s really not even a big deal. it’s more so the fact that a line was crossed, one that friends should never cross. just as you were about to answer you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“hey yn, hey soojin.” heeseung said giving his typical warm smile. “can i sit with you two? unless you’re talking about girl stuff then yuck no thanks.”

“of course you can heeseung.” you answered, it’s still a bit awkward since he only just confessed to you earlier this morning but it’s almost as if he’s moved on from it, then again you did tell him that you had a boyfriend.

he takes a seat next to you as you ask, “you’re not going to eat?” he simply shakes his head explaining that he’s leaving school early and will just eat then preferring not to eat whatever was today’s school lunch. “so what are you ladies talking about?” he says resting his face in the palm of his hand.

“oh, just about that geometry test we have tomorrow. right yn?” the sound of your name made your eyes widen, why were you so on edge? “y-yep! i’m definitely going to have to study for it tonight.”

the rest of lunch went smoothly as well as the rest of the day, and honestly you haven’t really thought of jak- ahem, him.

-

pulling into the driveway of your house you were sure to lock your car (and triple checking of course, to be absolutely certain it was locked) and made your way inside. your parents were still out of town celebrating their marriage anniversary, they still have a few more days before coming back home. not that you mind having the house all to yourself.

that just leaves you and miles - your orange tabby cat. you served miles and yourself food and made your way into the living room while you mindlessly scrolled on the “what’s new” section of netflix. so filled with whatever show preview you were seeing you didn’t even hear your phone’s ding not until it dinged again shortly after is when you decided to open your messages.

if you fall into a hole and stay there, you would.

staring at the text before you, your mouth hung open, heart beating inhumanly fast, and your food long forgotten.

“this is yn right?”

“it’s jake.”

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