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[cantstoptheimagines]

Secret Admirer (Peter Kavinsky | To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before)

Summary — Your best friend has been keeping a secret.

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Fluffy fluffiness; friends to lovers because it’s one of the only ways to live; some lowkey, classic mutual pining; Peter being a secret poet (not really); nicknames like ‘babe’ and ‘sweetheart’; Lara Jean being a very supportive (but slightly annoying) friend; literally one curse word.

Notes ➳ ‘Can’t Stop the Love’ Event (7/14) ➳ Word Count is 1,357.  ➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them).

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The smile that lit up Lara Jean’s face nearly made your heart stop. Her eyes twinkled with curiosity as she bent down to pick up a small, folded piece of paper that fallen out of your locker.

“You got another one!” 

“Yeah, I can see that, nosey,” you replied, quickly snatching the note out of her hands before she could become too interested in its contents.

“I just wanna know what he said!” she whined dramatically.

“Wanna know what who said?” 

Looking over your shoulder, you were met by none other than your best friend, Peter Kavinsky, hands shoved into his pockets with furrowed eyebrows. Lara Jean immediately grinned in excitement. She spoke before you could, loudly exclaiming, “Their secret admirer!” 

“Lara Jean!” you scolded, shoving her shoulder. “Seriously?!” 

“You’ve got a secret admirer?” chuckled Peter. “What do the notes say?”

“Nothing—!”

You felt paper being ripped from your hand. Glaring half-heartedly at Lara Jean, you watched as she began reading your letter aloud, “Your eyes burn into my soul like a candle in the dark. My hands long to tangle themselves in the fabric of your shirt. And your lips—”

“Okay, Covey,” you laughed, once again retrieving the paper, “that’s enough.”

Peter watched with a deep chuckle as you shoved the note into your back pocket, “You never told me about this. Do you like that kinda stuff? What he’s been writing, I mean. It seems... sappy.”

You scoffed, closing your locker after retrieving a textbook, “Just admit you’re not romantic and go, Kavinsky.” 

“Alright, alright! Take it easy, babe! I’m not judging!” he rolled his eyes with a smile, tossing his hands up in a defensive manner. “Seriously though... Do you like what he writes or...?”

If you had only spared a glance in Lara Jean’s direction, you would’ve noticed her narrowed, suspicious eyes as she stared at him. Your attention, however, remained on Peter, whose nickname for you sent your heart aflutter.

“I mean,” you shrugged, “the notes are really sweet. Who wouldn’t want someone to talk about them like that?” 

Peter gave you a small smile just as the school bell rang. His eyes followed your figure as you disappeared into the crowd. His trance was brought to an end, however, when a small fist punched his shoulder. Rubbing the sore spot, he glared down at Lara Jean, who had her arms crossed with an irritated expression. 

“Grow a pair, Kavinsky,” she glared.

He scoffed, flinching as she sharply turned away, causing her classic ponytail to hit him across the chest. Little did she know, he did ‘grow a pair’, as she liked to put it. He just needed to wait for you to read your newest letter for yourself.

You looked down at the note in your lap. You had already turned off your car, leaving you to sit quietly in the dark. The only light on the street came shining through the glass doors of Corner Café. 

All the kind, endearing words of your most recently received letter had been concluded with what should have been a simple choice: ‘If you want to know who I am, meet me at Corner Café at 10.’

But now that you were here, you weren’t entirely sure if meeting your secret admirer was what you really wanted. Your mind kept going back to the one person who always knew how to make you smile, who sent butterflies into your heart. Every thought led back to—

Knock! Knock!

You gasped in surprise upon seeing someone peering through the passenger’s side window, “Peter!” 

He gave you a nod in greeting and gently tugged at the door handle. You immediately unlocked it, allowing him slip inside your car. He settled into the passenger’s seat and closed the door behind him. 

“I didn’t realize this place closes at 10,” he said, “so I got us each one of these before they started shutting things down. Sorry about getting the time wrong.”

‘These’ meant two milkshakes, one chocolate for him and one strawberry for you, both topped with whipped cream and a cherry. Your favorite. Aside from the cherry. You always gave yours to Peter since he liked them so much. 

Once he was comfortable, Peter seemed to finally notice your surprised silence. He tilted his head at you and took a sip of his drink, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “You good?” 

You unconsciously accepted the strawberry milkshake, still staring at him as you asked, “What are you doing?”

Everything seemed to suddenly click within Peter’s mind. He cleared his throat, and then said, “Right. I guess I should’ve opened with—uh—I’m your secret admirer. Surprise!”

A glare set into your expression, “That’s not funny, Peter.”

“Not the reaction I was expecting, but alright,” he nodded slowly. “Is the fact that it’s me, like, not okay with you?” 

He watched as your features softened with realization. The way you looked at him was entirely new. With a quivering lip, you whispered, “You aren’t kidding?”

He exhaled with a small smile and shake of the head, “No. I’m not.”

Peter felt a swirl of emotions coursing through him. His palms were growing more and more clammy by the second. You really knew how to stress him out sometimes. However, he couldn’t stop a grin from spreading across his face when your response finally came.

“I’m glad it’s you, Peter.”

“Yeah?” he practically giggled.

You nodded, smiling wide, “Yeah.”

Peter reached out to take your free hand in his. He raised it to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss against your skin. You could feel a cozy warmth spreading within you when he did so.

“I just have one question,” you said, taking a sip of your milkshake.

He hid his face behind your joined hands with a loud groan, “Oh no!”

You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing at the sight of him. His cheeks were slowly becoming red with embarrassment. Peeking over your hands, his eyes twinkled as he asked, “What’s the question?”

“Did you really write those notes?” you asked. “Or did Lara Jean help you? Everyone knows she’s a total romantic.”

His face morphed into a shy grimace, “You’re close. I didn’t write them on my own, but Lara Jean wasn’t the one who helped me.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, your head tilted, and then you asked, “Then who did?”

He finally let your joined hands fall into his lap. His thumb traced patterns against your skin. With a sigh, he muttered, “Internet generator.”

You burst with laughter, nearly dropping your milkshake. Peter groaned again and leaned across the center console to hide his face against your shoulder. His hair tickled your skin as you rested your cheek on top of his head.

“Shut up!” his muffled voice demanded. “Don’t make fun of me!”

“Dude,” you shook your head, “not a single person in the world could’ve gotten that information out—!”

“Hey!” he interrupted, abruptly shifting to meet your eyes. “You can’t call me ‘dude’ anymore!”

“What?!” you exclaimed. “Why not?!”

“Because,” he scoffed, as though the reason was obvious, “you can’t go around calling your boyfriend that! I’ll never hear the end of it from Trevor if you do!”

A grin slowly spread across your lips, and then you asked, “Who said you’re my boyfriend, Kavinsky?”

Any sign of happiness instantly disappeared from his expression. His hand grew tighter around yours and he leaned in. His eyes stared into yours with a whole new sense of seriousness.

“I don’t think that’s negotiable at this point, babe,” he muttered. “You think I’m gonna let you go when I just got you?”

“Oh, really?” you asked, trying to contain your smile. “Well then, I have one condition.”

“And what’s that?” he asked, eyes momentarily glancing at your lips.

“You, Mr. Peter Kavinsky,” you smirked, “have to show me your fancy internet generator.”

“Shit!” he groaned, bumping his forehead against yours and closing his eyes. “Fine! But only if I get to kiss you right now.”

You feigned a look of deep thought. Your actions made Peter roll his eyes at you as he waited for a response.

“It’s a deal.”

[viscountoflondon]

College Kavinsky 2.0

You drove down the street stressed that you were late. You arrive the restaurant and send an I’m here text waiting for him to respond as you sit in the car. When 5 minutes pass you think nothing of it but when it gets to 15 minutes you don’t why but your stomach sinks.

“Hello?” you say as he picked up and was silent  

“Y/L/N?” “Yea?” you confirm turning down the volume in the car, you hear a lot of commotion in the background

“Shit sorry Y/L/N”

“Ohhh kayyyy” you were getting stood up. “Shit happened in the club emergency meeting and I just lost track of time I was gonna text”

You interrupt “I understand” 

“I’m sorry” “Thanks” you respond nonchalantly “is everything okay?” you ask hearing a yelling match go on 

“I can’t really talk now mind if I call later maybe we can hang out. I will make it up to you I promise” 

“Sure” you respond in a flat tone “don’t stress about it, just call me back when you can” “Great thanks Y/L/N” 

You sigh and look up. Did you just get stood up or was he playing the forgot lets hangout at your place possibly hook up game?

“Babes? What are you doing here?” Ivy asks you 

You shrug “Peter couldn’t make it” 

“Oh shit what did he say?” 

“I don’t know something happened he lost track of time” You scoff taking off your shoes.“Some bullshit. Make up wasted, outfit down the drain” 

“Aww don’t be like that” she pouts opening her arms for your to hug 

You smile and give her one “Yeeaaa, i think he stood me up” “He wouldn’t do that!” she insists 

“Well only time will tell Ivanna, only time will tell. I’m gonna go lay down” “Okay I’m here to talk if you want” 

Ivy knew this wasn’t going as planned but she knew Peter just wouldn’t fake it like that only to stand you up she texted Cam only to be ignored for hours as well and he confirmed the same thing Peter said fight etc...

You agree one more time to meet Peter over the next weekend, it wasn’t the best time for you two but Peter really wanted to see you. So the best you could do was agree to a coffee date 2 hours max because you both had obligations after 

“Hey!” he says walking in 

“Hi” you greet smiling at him. He had managed to ease away the wall you immediately built up after last weekend 

“Man you know all the cool places, I thought we were gonna meet at starbucks or something” “Nope!” you emphasis the P “they have good coffee, bagels, and treats” 

“I don’t even know what to get I normally get my coffee from starbucks and its some latte shit” “Ooh I can order for you is  your starbucks order sweet or not” 

He shrugs “i don’t know like regular sweet” 

“Perfect, want a bite or?” “I’ll follow your recommendation boss” You blush “Here” he hands you his card “I’m gonna find a seat place is kinda packed” 

You nod and wait for your order to come out. It doesn't take more than 10 minutes. When he sees you approaching with the items he gets up to help you. 

“Here is your order” you say, handing him his bagel and coffee while you take yours. “I got you a bacon egg and cheese bagel, NY Style and a Half White/ Half reg Mocha, latte.” “MMM! So good!” he says taking a sip of his drink

You smile “I have to stop myself from coming here everyday.” 

“What do you have?” “Oh i have a white mocha caramel brulee iced latte and a cheddar bacon bagel with cream cheese, classics” 

“Classic kind of girl” “I try new things sometimes I just like the classics you know can’t go wrong” He nods in agreement mouth full of food “So how have you been?” you ask cautiously  “everything okay?”  you pay attention to his mannerisms 

He sighs “yea, i can’t say much but one of the sophomores got into a fight at the bar and the guy wanted to press charges it was crazy” 

“Oh wow!” 

He takes in a deep breath “I can’t wait for this to be over”

You tilt your head and look at him “I thought you liked being in a frat” 

“I do but I don’t at the same time. It’s a lot you know. You have to like  micromanage the freshmen and some sophomores make sure their are passing their classes, mentor them, Because that affects our metrics. Teach them to not be creeps. Some haven’t had a girlfriend and don’t know how to manage a full house with many girls and you know they make stupid stupid mistakes sometimes.” he eats a little before speaking “You know whats funny the brother I looked up to when I was a freshman said the same thing I am saying now and I thought he was just had a shitty attitude but this shit wears you down” “Sounds rough” you give him a sympathetic look “Don’t get me wrong it's good it can be great, it really can, but i put in a lot of work last year being the social chair. I’ve never networked as much as I did so much so I hate when people recognize me now”

“Really? I thought you liked the spotlight” 

“Yea I kinda wanna be invisible sometimes” 

“Aww” you pout seeing the exhaustion in his expression 

“But I can manage for 2 more years and then barely look back, that is my mantra now” 

You beam at him “You got this Kavinsky” 

He smiles “I will if you continue to be by my side” 

“You’re so cheesy”  You blush looking 

“Only for you Y/L/N” 

“So I was thinki..” You’re interrupted “OMG PETER IS THAT YOU?” You hear looking back to see Olivia and a few of her friends, you wave back at them as they waved first/ She walks over “Y/N What are you guys doing here?” 

“Talking” he says matter of factly answering for you 

“Ooooo about?” she  wiggles her eyebrows while sitting next to him  “oh mind if wejoin?” “Actually we were just” 

“Yoo Peetterrr” You hear Sean calls to him 

You see the annoyed expression on his face 

“Pull up a chair guys” Olivia instructs her friends

“So much for some alone time”  he mumbles you hear it and refrain from laughing

You look down at your phone after receiving a text 

Peter 🥰: Sorry about this

Y/N: its okay 

You look up and smile at him, he responds by giving you a sympathetic smile. You two sit in a circle, with one of Olivia’s friends sitting in between you two? How that happened you don’t know. Peter kind of gets caught up in the conversation that he doesn’t realize time is passing but you did because you had a tutoring session and you couldn’t be late for that.

“Guys I have to go, tutor session” “What are you getting tutoring for?” One of Olivia’s friends ask slyly you peep that 

YOu smirk “I don’t get tutoring sessions I am the tutor 3 years now” “Oh” you see the sly smirk fall “And I’m getting paid to do it so I can’t be late my client is waiting for me, talk to you guys later it was nice meeting yall” 

“Nice meeting you too”

“Oh shit I gotta go I’m late” “Where you off to Kavinksy.” “I gotta go to practice’ Although stanford didn’t have a men’s lacrosse team Peter was able to try out and join a club where they had frequent games, like a norcal. 

Oh yea, text me Mark wants to go over somethings later tonight “Will do Y/L/N wait up girl” 

You smile and wait by the door. “Bye guys” 

See Ya! He throws the peace sign as he walks out 

You two walk to your cars he had parked next to you  “I’m sorry about that”  Peter comments

“It’s okay Peter can’t control everything” He smiles “you're awesome, I gotta run but I’ll text you okay?” 

“Yea drive safe, remember the building is not running away from you” He gives you a quick peck on the cheek and runs to the drivers side of his jeep. 

You two meet again at yet another frat party. Besides the brief interactions on campus it was really the frat party where you two could interact 

Y/L/N what time did you get here why didn’t you text me

I just got here

“Cool cool, whats your poison tonight” “A few shots” 

KAVINSKY You both turn

Mark motions him over with his head I’ll be back 

You run into Olivia and her cheerleading crew you hang out with them a bit before you leave and move around the room 

There you are babes. I need a dance partner and Cam won’t do it with me

“Ummm” you chuckle “I’m not dancing” “Don’t act like you didn’t teach me how to salsa, come on pleeeaasssee just a few songs, here lets take some shots 

“Noooo” “Yesss and then like 3-4 songs” 

“FOUR?!” 

“Okay three and then i will leave you alone” 

“Deal” 

You smile the alcohol works through you dance with her to the songs glad the third one is ending as you could see glimpses of Peter watching you. The songs switch tempo to a bachata song. 

She holds onto you tight “One morree pleeasseee”

“Peter is watching” you mention not liking his attention 

She smiles “Good so is Cam lets get them all worked up”  she winks. You can’t help but laugh and follow her lead, she pulls you in close dancing as a couple as you two move around on the dance floor. A few spins for you both a little foot work. The song ends and you’re glad its over with so that you can get away from the middle away from the attention(Peter’s) 

“Whoo I need some water” you think as you reach into the icebox

“I didn’t know you could dance Y/L/N” you hear Peter’s voice You turn to face him and you feel your face flush with embarrassment as he walks to you slowly  “I.......don’t?” He motions behind him “so what was that?” “Oh i was following Ivy’s lead” you explain trying to hide your smile He chuckles “LIAR” 

You smile and walk away from the crowd in the kitchen, he follows you to the backyard. “I know a spot we can talk come on” he grabs your hand 

You two walk a bit away from the house near the fence you find a bench 

“How you been?” he asks moving your hair behind so he could see your face

“Busy like you”  He hums in agreement 

“I wanna take you out to dinner” he says while playing with your fingers a little nervous you will say no 

“Do i need to dress up?” you ask 

He shrugs “Sort of”

“When?”

He smiles “You tell me gorgeous” 

“Yo Kavinsky” you hear from the distance 

“Oh my gooodddd”

You giggle 

“I gotta question” the guy says as he stands in front of you two 

“Shoot” he answers nonchalantly 

Another guy walks up “KAVINSKYYYY! What’s up bro?” he shouts as he gets closer 

You hear him groan “Michael how you doin?!” 

“Oh shit didn’t mean to interrupt” 

“It’s okay” you go to stand up to walk away but Peter tightens his grip on your hips 

You look at him and smiles at you, before looking at the freshmen “what was your question” 

“Oh i wanted to know...” you fade away

“Finally okay about dinner”

KAVINSKY he Mark calls 

“I can’t fucking take this” it shocks you when you see him irritated “WHAT?” 

“HURRY UP I GOTTA TALK TO YOU ABOUT SOMETHING!” 

“It’s okay Peter”

“I’m gonna lose my fucking mind” he runs his hand down his face frustrated 

“So Dinner I am free Saturday evening and Sunday evening after 3pm”

“Cool I’ll pick you up at 5, I gotta go I’m sorry.” He pecks your cheek before running towards the house. You sit on the bench and contemplate ponder. Your conversation with Peter was mostly done via text. I mean the times you two were around each other it seemed that you two were constantly interrupted how would this work. At least with Cam and Ivy he made time for her. How could it work if Peter didn’t? That was tomorrows problem because tonight you were laughing at the antics in front of you. 

“You guys are cute you look up it was Olivia” 

“Oh Olivia! Whats up?  you scoot over so she could sit next to you 

She sits down before saying “Nothing just commenting on you two love birds”  she teases “So what you two discuss?”

“Oh” you blush “Peter wants to take me out to dinner”

She smiles “Really when?” 

You shrug “Next weekend I think” 

“Think he’s gonna make it official?” she asks 

“I don’t know maybe or maybe he just wants the chance to get to know me better no interruptions” you say 

“Yea thats possible”  she smiles. You two talk about other things before she too gets up and leaves. You hang out in your spot a bit longer feeling the last effects of the shots starting to fade before you decide to leave it was late you had to study all that shabang. You push your way through the crowd and see Peter having a very deep conversation it didn’t seem like an interruption from you would be appropriate at the moment so you send him a text. He wished you had done so, it would have given him an excuse to get out of that stupid discussion 

Next weekend arrived and this time Peter was not late. In fact he was early. 

You hear a knock on the door and look down at the clock. It's 4:30 why would he be here at 4:30? You were just finishing up the final touches of your makeup. You throw on a robe and  rush down the stairs tidy up the best you can before opening the door

“Kavinsky, you’re early 

“Early bird gets the worm” he stands with his hands behind the back 

“Do you wanna come in sorry for the mess

“Laundry adorned the couch as you were mid washing cycle and didn’t feel like carrying it up all the way to your room 

He scoffs looking around “Its nothing compared to the (frat) house you know that.” He pulls you in “how are you?”

Oh you blush “I’m good” 

“I got you these” He pulls the bouquet from behind his back 

You can't help but to grin “Aww Peter you didn’t have to!” 

“It’s my pleasure 

You smile and walk towards the kitchen “want something to drink?”  you ask as you place them in a vase. “I’ll read this later” you say as you place the card down

“I’ll take some water” 

“Okay, I’ll be right back. I don’t wanna be late I promise I’ll be down in 10 minutes” you say as you run up the steps

“No problem take your time!”

“Okay I’m ready” your heels go clacking against the wooden floor as you walk down the stairs. “12 minutes a little late.”

He smiles at you holding his hand out “Right on time to me. WOW look at you!” He holds your hand up so you can do a little spin 

You smile as you stop facing him “I look okay? i can change”

“Don’t I love those on you: he comments speaking of your heels  

You look around and see that one of your panties laid on the floor you hoped Peter didn’t notice and you become extremely bashful. “Okay let's go” you open your clutch  “keys, wallet. phone. Good all in there”

During the ride there Peter held your hand and sang a few songs on his playlist you laughed and snapped a few videos

“You gotta post those” he says when you’re done

You end up 1 hour away from your apartment in Berkeley, CA 

You see the sign Welcome To Berkeley, California when you turn to Peter “We are in Berkley” 

“Yes ma'am” You give him a look “I’ll explain when we get there”, 15 minutes later he pulls into a parking lot of a restaurant that had all the romance vibes. 

“Wow Peter this is” you look around “thank you” 

He smiles looking at you taking it all in “it’s my pleasure” 

The waiter comes and you two place your order. The conversation is surface level, until you were both done and now waiting for dessert. 

“Ummmm” the waiter interrupts looking bashful “I have drinks” 

“Oh” you look down at the drinks and back up at Peter who also looked confused “We didn’t order those”

She blushes even more “I know but um there is a couple around who wanted to buy you two drinks said you guys were so cute and I agree” she smiles 

“Oh” you smile and look around to see if you could tell who it was but you couldn’t  “tell them thank you!” 

“Absolutely!” 

Peter picks up his drink and you follow suit “Salud to us to life and to the lovely couple:  you raise your glasses in the air, clinking them lightly and taking a sip. 

You two stare at each other while he routinely kisses your knuckles while he holds a smitten look on his face

You blush before speaking “So we drove to Berkely an hour away because?”

He sighs and sits up rubbing his thumb over yours “I really like you Y/N” wow you didn’t know you could like the sound of him saying your first name as much as you did your last name “And I didn’t want any interruptions. I want to just focus on you, on us, I wanna make sure we are on the same page” he smiles before placing a soft kiss on your knuckles  You blush “Are we not on the same page?” “I think we are but, now I get to talk to you, like really talk to you without someone fucking recognizing me” 

“I honestly thought you loved that” He huffs “I am starting to hate it. I can't even get a moment to think, only time is after practice, at the library when I've locked myself in a room and late at night, when everyone’s asleep and the house is mostly quiet. But  then i can’t sleep because i’m trying to catch up on my thoughts, like oh I forgot to watch the tiktok you sent, coach sent us a schedule for next week” You reach over and caress his face “it will be over soon Peter” you try to sooth his frustrations

“I have dessert for you two” 

The waiter brought a plate, you watch as she places it down. Letters adorn the plate ‘Will you be my girlfriend?’ It reads you look down then back up at Peter. 

“What do you say Y/N Y/L/N” he asks moving the hair from your face as he leans in closer in and speaks softly “Will you be my girl?” he pushes the hair behind your ear and caresses your cheek “I would love to be yours” 

“Peter” you say above a whisper 

“I need an answer baby” he insists in the most sultry voice you’ve heard from him so far

God when will you stop blushing you think before answering “Yes I would love to” 

He smiles and gently pulls you towards him and gives you a peck on your lips. Your first kiss A feeling he knows he will become addicted to. 

When you pull away you take it all in “You planned all this”

He smiles leaning back and taking scooping some of his dessert and eating it “I did for you, for us like I said”  

“You’re so thoughtful thank you Peter” 

“I wanted to” he smirks smuggly knowing his mission was accomplished  You blush “what is it?” he chuckles 

“Nothing” you smile looking away from him 

“I wanna be with you in ways that I haven’t felt in a long time” he pauses “I wanna be there when you’re sad, mad, happy i want to experience those things with you” 

You smile slyly “Even if i’m mad at you?” 

“Even if, because I know that we can talk it out and be better”

“You’re such a romantic”

“Can’t blame me, anyone would be especially when it comes to you” 

You smile 

His phone pings and he looks down at it and huffs. You're quickly brought back to reality which was Peter’s availability. 

You look away from him feeling a sort of dread, what if this would be the first and last time he did this for you. Not that you were wanting him to drive an hour and spend hundreds of dollars but what if this was it do you savor the moment or do you...

“Y/N!” 

Your head snaps to look at him “Yea?” 

“You okay?” 

“Yes!”  you smile

“Tell me amore” he caresses your hands again 

‘Amore’  God why is this happening to me I can’t be going through this rollercoaster of emotions 

“Oh I’m okay” 

“You looked sad what is it?” You shake your head “Oh i was just thinking” 

“About tell me” he insists pulling your hand to his mouth again for more kisses

“I just got too lost in thought and started thinking about the people I’m tutoring” you chuckle nervously, avoiding eye contact 

“You sure?”  he asks feeling as if you weren’t telling him the truth 

Yea you lean in to give him a kiss “I’m sure” 

The night was perfect, you think to yourself, no need to ruin it by overthinking things. You to finish and head back to your place. The car ride is filled with jokes and funny stories. 

 “So do you wanna come in do you have time?” you ask as he parks in front of your house 

He looks at his watch and nods “yea” he had to be back to the house within 30 minutes but he was sure he could make because it only took 10 minutes to get there from your house

“Oooo” the girls say in unison  

“You guys are back finally” Ivy comments 

“Peter, you know Ivy but  these are my other roommates Daniella and Willow” 

He salutes them “Nice to meet you two” 

“I was gonna give him a quick tour is that okay?” you ask 

“Yes it is! Welcome to our home Peter, nuestra casa es su casa!” Daniella comments 

“Thanks!” 

“He’s cute!”  you hear them whisper as you go up the steps 

“We can hear you!” You say and they giggle 

“So you've seen the kitchen and dining area” 

“Daniella and Willow occupy the 2nd floor” you say as you stop in the common space “we have a common area with TV also just in case someone wants to watch american horror stories and the other real housewives of beverly hills, and then their bedrooms are across from each other ensuite bathrooms, closets towels linen etc.” 

“Okay okay he looks around taking it in” 

“And” you walk further down the hall up to a third set of stairs. “This is my bedroom:  you say as you walk in you noticed the pile of laundry sitting by the door and didn’t pay it any mind

“I have the attic” 

“Wow”  he comments your space was cozy

“You like?” 

“It's very cozy I love it”

Warm lights and fake candles adorned your space 

“I have a desk over there you point to the desk across your bed, small lounge area where I can kinda crash and watch my own TV you point to the small sectional, slept on this sectional so many times, my lovely bed catches all my dreams, closet,I have shoe problem, don’t comment, and bathroom.” 

He nods taking it all in “This is dope, lots of space too”  you smile in response “And where is Ivy’s room” 

“Oh she has the basement”

“Cool, cool” 

“Yea the attic and basement are both bigger so since the previous seniors left we took the rooms over Ivy said she wasn’t gonna walk up all those steps”  

“I like it, it fits you” 

“Really how so?” not understanding what about your room fit you

“Warm and cozy thats how i feel when we are together, like i have safe space with you” he says matter of factly 

“Oh that's sweet of you”  you plop down on the bed, your feet hurting from wearing heels one inch too high for your comfort 

He smiles and walks over to you squating down “I got you, let me get these off” he works the clasps on each shoe and gently removes the heels

“I still don't know how you walk in these” he says looking at the heel 

“One step in front of the other, you can just drop them there” you point at a space near you 

He does so “Speaking of dropping” he picks up a pair of lace panties on the floor a pair you had just washed

“Oh my god!” you snatch it from him and shove it under the pillow “you didn’t see those” 

“Those look good kinda”  he reaches for them and you push him away giggling “ wanna see them on you” “Peter!” 

“What you’re my girl now, don’t need to hide anything” he grabs your hand “come here” 

You feel your face flush as he pulls you in. He moves the hair out of your face as looks down at you. “You’re so beautiful Y/N” 

You smile “not as handsome as you”  you manage to say before he leans down and gives you a kiss. This time it wasn’t just a peck, it was soft slow nothing rushed, he cradled your jaw and face, you feel light circle sensations on your cheek as he simultaneously pulls you in closer. You feel like you’re gonna faint his lips are so soft, you let him kiss you deeply, tongue exploring your mouth, you feel as if he is breathing you in taking your breath away your grip on his arms tightens, he pulls away slowly softly returning for another make out session only allowing you a few seconds to catch your breath as he peppered small pecks your lips he couldn’t resist he just needed to feel your lips on him once again  you don’t know how long you two kissed but you both jump when his phone rings. 

It had been 30 minutes and Mark was now calling his phone. He looks at the caller ID “Oh shit i gotta go amore” 

“Its okay” he leans in for another kiss you giggle “Peter you’re gonna get in trouble”

“Its worth it!” he declares 

You lightly push at his chest and reach up to wipe the remnants of your lipstick from his face and lips “you gotta go handsome” 

He rolls his eyes “trying to get rid of me” he argues 

“Nope you grab his hand trying to get you out of trouble” you counter 

He smiles and walks down the steps with you 

You walk him to the car he leans in one more time for a kiss you both smile as you giggle “you gotta go”  you whisper softly pushing him in the car 

“One more for good measure” he comments pulling you into his jeep and holding you tight

You give him a quick peck and push away quickly “you gotta go text me” you say closing the door 

A round of “oooooos” erupts as you walk into the house. You roll your eyes “seriously guys?”

“What you brought an adonis into our home and we cant cheer for you pshh you deserve it girly pop” Willow comments 

You smile thanks “oh i forgot i didn’t read the note” you state seeing it sit on the flowers , you slowly open it and it reads “thinking of you forever and always” you read outloud “Awwwww” they all say in unison

“Damn, what do i have to do to get  a boyfriend like that?” Daniella asks 

“You smile be yourself” 

A/N: Please Reblog, like but you don't have permission to copy. Let me know what you think, remember I am sensitive about my shit.

[ilovepeterbarker]

The Plan (Teaser)

Peter kavinsky x reader

Warnings: Kissing, cheesy, cute

Summary: You and Peter write and discuss the rules of your fake relationship.

Authors note: This is my first post things might be misspelled so please bear with me. Deeply inspired by to all the boys I loved before except no letters and Peter is a basketball player instead of lacrosse (sorry). Please tell me what you guys think! Thank you!

You and Peter were fake dating. And are currently talking about the rules right now at school. We walk towards the bleachers sitting down.

“Okay what are the rules?” Peter says

“We can’t tell anyone about this arrangement.” You say.

“Right, that one is obvious." He nods his head, leaning against the metal of the bleachers. "What else?

“You have to drive me to school.” You say.

“And after school. That’s easy enough, I’m always going home." He then says some of his rules.

"And you’ll go to my basketball games, right?” He says.

“Yes if you can take me there.” You say.

“Of course I can take you, babe." He grins, playfully using the pet name.

You roll my eyes at him. “Anything else?”

He laugh at your eye roll, pretending to be hurt. "Aw, don’t roll your eyes at me. Can I have one more thing?”

“Sure” You say.

He smirks, eyes flickering with mischief. "Can I put my arm around you in public?”

“Yes.” You say.

He scoot closer to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you against him. "Good. Now you’re really my fake girlfriend.”

You start to write down the rules for this arrangement making a contract and write two lines at the bottom sighing your name on one of them.

He watches as you write the contract, his arm still wrapped around you. He peek at the list, raising an eyebrow at the contract part. "A contract? Are you really going to sign that?”

“Yes” you say seriously.

He lets out a chuckle, amused by your seriousness. "You're so dedicated to this fake dating thing. Are you sure you're not enjoying this a little too much?”

“Are you sure you are?” You tease.

He pretends to think about it for a moment, a smirk playing on his lips. "Maybe I am. You're not too bad as a fake girlfriend, you know.”

You push the paper for him to sign giving him a pen.

He take the pen and signs his name on the contract, a grin spreading across his face. "Now it's official. We're fake dating, babe.”

You grimace and write another rule. *No calling me babe*

He pouts, feigning disappointment. "Aww, come on. It was cute. And it's part of the boyfriend experience.”

“You can call me sweetheart then.” You say smoothly.

He rolls his eyes playfully, but a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. "Fine, sweetheart it is then. But you have to call me darling.”

“Fine darling.” You smile playfully.

You and Peter are doing this arrangement for two reason one to make his ex girlfriend jealous and you to avoid your neighbor who has a crush on you but can’t take a hint.

Peter is aware of your situation with your neighbor, and it amuses him a little. “So you're using me to get your neighbor off your back, huh?” He grins. "I guess I'm just a convenient shield, sweetheart.”

“And you’re using me to get back with your ex.” You say in the same accusing tone.

He chuckles and nods, not bothering to deny it. "Guilty as charged. But hey, I get to spend time with a pretty girl while doing it. So I'm not complaining.”

You roll your eyes and then see your neighbor josh looking and walking towards both of you and panic kissing peter.

[lunar190]

Título: Professor.

Contagem de palavras: 495 palavras.

|S/n Collalto|

Eu e Peter acontecemos literalmente por um tur na faculdade, ele me chamou para sair no final do mesmo dia.

Eu jurei que não iríamos passar de amigos, era mais que óbvio que não ia funcionar, os sorrisos de canto dele me deixaram boba toda vez que ele sorria.

A química com ele também parecia ser constante.

Talvez isso fosse a melhor coisa do mundo enquanto eu não fosse aluna dele, médico com notas boas no final da faculdade formado em neurologia o garoto prodígio da faculdade, logo em seguida o professor jovem e promissor, sem contar no salário absurdo, isso soa interesse, para alguém que não sabe dos riscos e dos sentimentos.

Psicologia só tinha uma matéria com ele, é três aulas por semana, nós sempre estávamos juntos fora da faculdade de qualquer jeito.

_Amor, fala como isso acontece?_ Perguntei soltando a caneta na bancada.

_São só as terminações nervosas._ Ele respondeu sem tirar os olhos do que ele cortava.

_Não faz sentido._ Fechei o livro e me levantei indo para o outro lado e parando do lado dele, o olhando.

_Oque não entendeu?_ Ele perguntou me olhando depois de terminar.

_Não quero falar de cérebros e como eles funcionam agora._ Falei saindo do lado dele.

_Então vamos falar de que exatamente?_ Ele perguntou colocando oque ele cortava na panela com uma sopa ou molho?

_O que está fazendo?_ Perguntei, olhando para dentro da mesma.

_Massa e molho._ Ele respondeu.

_ Já pensou que essa é a última semana que vamos ter que nós ver na faculdade?_ Perguntei me sentando na bancada, ele logo se enfiou entre as minhas pernas.

_Sim, eu sei, contei todos os dias, é só faltam apenas duas semanas para a sua formatura._ Ele falou e eu ri concordando.

_Quase no final, agora só apresentar a tese, é depois somente os adolescentes traumáticos._ Falei aliviada.

_Sim é aí eu vou te levar para todos os lugares, andar de mãos dadas, nós almoços de família, até nos termos a nossa._ Ele falou empolgado.

_Ei calma aí, até a parte de almoço em família, eu concordo mas já falamos sobre a regra dos vinte e cinco._ Falei e esperei ele falar.

_Filhos só depois dos vinte e cinco anos._ Ele falou com a voz fina me imitando.

_Sim, por tanto, ainda temos dois anos e meio._ Falei.

_Veremos, eu vou te convencer até o ano que vem._ Ele falou presunçoso e eu ri dele.

_Amor, não vai não, até eu ter o meu patrimônio nós seremos apenas um casal._ Falei é ele bufou.

_Eu sei._ Ele respondeu compreensivo.

_Que clima pessado, não era para ficar assim._ Falei o puxando para mais perto, ele sorriu e me deu um selinho casto.

_Já disse que te amo, hoje?_ Ele perguntou sorrindo e eu não pude deixar de sentir meu coração quentinho.

_Disse._ Respondi o abraçando, enquanto o puxava para um beijo.

Eu amava cada detalhe da existência desse homem.

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Só porquê eu amo a ideia do Kavinsky.

Vote, por favor.

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[ghettogirly]

Heyy!

How do you think Armando would react if you were kidnapped by an enemyy?

𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

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-> synopsis: what would happen if you got kidnapped due to a deal gone wrong?

-> format: imagine/short story.

-> theme: angst w/ conflicting ending.

-> warnings: mature language, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of violence, mentions of cartel activities.

-> authors note: sorry for my lack of updates, I’m currently on holiday!! I’m catching up though, hope you enjoy! 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝. 🌸

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𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍, with Armando out with his crew, you was left with your two kids: Isabella and Alejandro. With the littlest girl sleeping, you was perked up on the couch with Alejandro who was playing with his trains.

The translucent curtains allowed a dimmed version of a sunbeam to shine throughout the old money house, the classic elements of the pillars and brick walls being lit up in the process. The architectural style being your idea, loving the thought of elegance combined with the old style. Your design coming to life due to your husband: Armando.

𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊

You found out what Armando’s real life was after a year of dating. Devastated, you ran away, needing some space after the web of lies that was just uncovered. But there was a problem.

Who has ever successfully hid from the cartel?

A couple of days passed and a knock was heard on your cabin door, your new house for a while which allowed you to gather your thoughts about the revelation. Confused, you slowly moved to the window to look outside at who it was. However, the positioning of the wooden panelled window did not give you the angle to see who was standing at the door. Sighing while turning the knob, it was no surprise to who it was.

Armando Aretas. His tall, muscular build towering over you as he waits silently for you to speak. His face doesn’t show an ounce of anger, more so, shame. His broad arm pointed to a space behind you, showing it to be a seat as he implies if he’s allowed inside. Shaking your head, you walk over to your living space as he follows behind. Not before ordering his two men to wait out there. He’s a high profile man, he always needs an entourage.

Sitting down, he rubs his palms together while messing with his ring on the index finger. The ring was beautiful, showing its realness as each intricate diamond glistened, even with the absence of sunlight to accentuate it. On the sides of the ring was his name and his mother’s: Isabella. A heart separated him and her name.

“After everything, that happened with my mother, i promised myself to be nothing like her. Blinded by my desire to honour her and my family i did some terrible things. I want to live a respectful life, but i did the opposite.”

A pause occurred yet you just sat back and listened.

“I disrespected you mi amor, i thought i was protecting you but i was hurting you instead. I’m sorry.”

Disbelief overtook you as you listened to his words. Tones of regret and purity flowed off his tongue as his deep, husky voice entered your ears, his Mexican accent still being apparent even with his incarceration in Miami.

You wanted to hate him, you wanted to just push him away and live your own life. But, you just couldn’t. So you forgave him instead.

𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊

𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐑, you laid down while flicking through netflix on the television. A few stirs were heard on the electronic but nothing to worry about. Turning on the rom-com, ‘To all the boys i’ve loved before’, the dynamic between Lara Jean and Peter Kavinsky making you laugh. It was funny to see different relationships especially comparing it to yours and Armando’s.

You guys was more of a power couple, the duo everyone looked up to and respected. Maybe that was because of your status and power in the world. Who knows??

A small tap was heard from the adjacent room, causing you to turn your head and freeze. A few seconds went by and you continued to watch the movie in front of you.

A louder crash occured which inflicted a flight or fight response within you. The initial reaction being flight as you make sure your kids are safe out of everything. Quickly grabbing Alejandro’s hands, you dash up the circular stairs that was before the kitchen. Luckily, you had socks on, limiting the thumping sound of your feet hitting the floor.

Opening Isabella’s door, Alejandro quickly ran in. You instruct Alejandro not to move from this room, nodding his head he quickly hugs you and moves by Isabella’s crib. Knowing how smart your boy is, he would have little problems calming his sister back to sleep or taking her out of the crib.

Slowly shutting the door, you quickly run to one of the next rooms and grab a glock. Each room had a keypad that was attached which was used to unlock the door, making the heavily secure. Thank god for Armando.

“Lord, please protect me and my kids. Amen.”

Footsteps trailed past the room you was in as you was preparing yourself. You could hear the grunts of the men who struggled to enter the right code for the locked doors. However, one was open. That was yours.

A man strolled through, glancing around the room with no caution in the world as he believes the house to be empty. There you were in the corner with your gun unlocked,

waiting for your time to strike.

Opening a few drawers, the man peered into one of them; noticing some earrings that were in the marble drawer he took them out. Pure gold wrapped the small gem that sat in the middle of the piece. A small diamond, dazzled in the light, each angle being a mirror for the light to reflect off of. A sight to behold. Smiling, the man put it in his pocket.

Just as he was about to turn around, a pistol was whipped on his head while a hand was wrapped around his mouth. He was knocked out instantly. Slowly laying him down, you walked into the next room, looking for the next guys.

Just as you was about to pop you head around the corner, a click was heard from behind you.

“No seas estúpido.”

𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋, Armando and a few cartel members were sitting in a car. The Mercedes GLS 580 was all black, the rims and exterior was a mattel black while the inside was custom, hand-sewn leather with LED lights wrapped around the interior. Allowing a few of the members to chat amongst themselves, Armando just sat back quietly while going on his phone and then onto the camera system, wanting to check on his family.

He was surprised by the house being quiet, no one in the living room and no one outside. It was the workers day off today as you just wanted a peaceful day just by yourself and the kids, not wanting anyone watching over you. So by your command, be allowed that. However, that seems like it was the wrong decision.

With his eyebrows furrowed, he clicked off the camera system app and now went onto his contacts. Flicking through, he found yours and called it. No answer. No answer.

“¿Por qué no contesta?”

Armando now pushing past some of the workers, leaned over to the front. “Drive faster!”

The workers being confused, obeyed his instructions. Some of the members were now alarmed and were looking back at each other. “Count this fucking money they gave us, Vamos!!”

Frantically counting the mineh, you could just hear murmurs of numbers erupting from the members. Armando continuously called numbers on his phone, his nervousness now turning into frustration.

“Señor, nos quedamos cortos.”

“¿Qué dijeron” His head snapping towards the members who spoke up.

“Boss…”

Before Armando could even say anything else a notification sound was heard from his phone, scrambling towards it, he clicked on the screen. A picture of you was sent, your hands tied and your mouth duct taped. A realisation washed over Armando. He was played.

Throwing his phone in anger, he screamed out loud while getting his gun and shooting it from the roof of the car. The other members crouched down to shield themselves.

“Voy a quemar todo este país.”

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[🌸] 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒:

- “No seas estúpido” : Don’t be stupid.

- “¿Por qué no contesta?” : Why isn’t she picking up?

- “Voy a quemar todo este país.” : I will burn this whole country

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[🌸] 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @5tarlan7 @tyneshaaa @thedarkworldofhananerea @omg-mymelaninisbeautiful @armandosbabymama @deadpool15 @amplifiedmoan @sarcasticbitchsblog @dyttomori @believeinthefireflies95 @twinklestarslight @milliumizoomi @shurisgf @yeahnohoneybye

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

On thin ice (Hockey player! Miguel O’Hara x Figure skater! Fem! Reader)

A/N: Did i write part of this chapter based on the title even though I said the titles are irrelevant? Maybe…. The usual, Miguel probably ooc, not proofread so I apologize for typos and grammatical errors.

(Y/N)- Your name

Cursing, mentioning of sexual topics (no smut, hinting at nsfw but nothing actually explicit)

Word count: 1.2k

Series Masterlist

Chapter 6: I’ve dreamt about you nearly every night this week.

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“Shi-“slam.

Before the other player could fully react, he was being tackled by Miguel’s speeding figure, the other player being flipped and landing on his back with a groan, Miguel taking over the puck from his teammate.

“O’Hara calm down! This is practice, not a game!” Coach Turner called out from the sideline, his irritation building up as he drops his clipboard onto the bench and rubbed his face with his hands, a heavy sigh leaving his lip. In retaliation, Miguel elbowed Peter in the face when he tried to steal the puck from him, before shooting it into the net, too fast for the goalie to stop it. “Alright, alright, that’s enough for today…” Turner huffed, rubbing his forehead as he looks at the time, seeing that the figure skaters are due to come any minute now.

“We still had 5 minutes.” Miguel said as he skated up next to his teammate that he had knocked over and helped him up.

“Yeah we’ll be quick.” Peter added, before Turner could protest, The Spiders already started to begin another round, causing the coach to groan but knew that they weren’t going to stop until the round ended, so he let them play.

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“He almost kissed you?” Logan asked in disbelief, his eyes wide as he leans in, his voice a whisper so no one in the hall of the locker rooms could hear him.

“Yeah! If Peter and Kate didn’t show up and got the door to open I think he would have!” You said in a low tone as well, not believing the words that came from your mouth either. Logan just shook his head.

“That’s crazy…” he trailed off before a smile starts to appear on his lips, “I knew he liked you!” He basically yells, you quickly brought a hand to his mouth to shut him up, eyes wide as you look at him like he’s crazy.

“Shh.” You hissed before removing your hand from his mouth. “He doesn’t, it was probably because we were both drunk.” You say, although it felt like you were more trying to convince yourself rather than your partner.

“Yeah, sure…” he says with eye roll, clearly not believing your excuse, “the real question is, did you want to kiss him?” He asked with a mischievous smirk.

Ignoring the heat rising on your face, you let out a scoff, “let’s go, practice starts soon.” You dodged the question and grabbed his hand, dragging him towards the rink.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

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“Are you fucking kidding me…” Logan groaned as we both stop next to Coach Kavinsky, who was scowling with her arms crossed in front of her chest. You sighed and check the time on my phone, the hockey team was supposed to get out of the rink almost 20 minutes ago.

“Get off the ice!” You yelled after watching Miguel shoot the puck into the net, but the goalie blocked it. You knew it was him because of the big “99” on the back of his red jersey, well, that and his last name on top of his number. He stops to look in your direction, and even with all the padding on him you can see his chest rising and falling as he trying to catch his breath. Instead of replying he just scoffed and (you imagine) rolled his eyes under his helmet, he was acting like he usually does with you, as if last Saturday we weren’t seconds apart from kissing.

“You heard the girl, get off.” Coach Turner said as he motioned for the team to get off, the skaters finally starting to pack up their equipment off the ice, complaining and groaning the whole time

“Finally…” Logan mumbled with a sigh, taking off his guards and getting on the ice before the hockey team could get off, you quickly followed.

“Hey ice princes.” Miguel called out for the opposite side of the rink, before skating towards you and Logan. But instead of stopping in front of you he grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you away from your partner.

“Hey!” Logan yelled out to Miguel. You yelped as Miguel pulled you to the other side of the rink where he had been standing, trying to keep your balance since you weren't prepared for him to grab you and pull you through the rink, once he stops and let’s go of your wrist you scowl and hit him on his arm, earning a chuckle from him and some questioning looks from his teammates.

“What was that for?!” You scolded as you cross your arms.

“Just wanted to talk to you about what happened at the party.” He said in a low tone, you just raised an eyebrow at him.

Oh?

“…What about it?” You asked after a beat.

“I wanted to just apologize, I shouldn’t haven’t tried to pull a move on you like that.” He said in a serious tone.

oh.

Part of you wanted to say, “it’s okay, I enjoyed it, I wish you did kiss me.” But you knew if you did, it would completely change the dynamic between you two, putting your relationship with each other on its head, so you shallow the words down, opting to say, “Thanks Miguel.”

“Really, I’m sorry. I think I just had too much to drink and-“ he starts to ramble, you almost wanted to pinch yourself, Miguel O’Hara, one of the most egotistical and cocky people you’ve ever met, rambling an apology to you, of all people.

“Miguel-“ you cut him off, putting a hand up in front of you, “seriously. It’s okay.” He must have realized his own odd behavior, because he just cleared his throat, shifting his weight on his knees a bit and nodded his head in an attempt to regain his composure.

“Good.” Was all he said in a reply in his usual tone of voice, “I’ll see you around.” He finished before skating past you and leaving the rink with the rest of the hockey team. Leaving you slightly confused and somewhat disappointed.

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“You're kidding right?” You say before a cruel laugh leaves your lips, “you actually thought I’d be into? That’s so sad, you’re so stupid.” Your voice rang in Miguel’s ears, your voice dripping with an almost taunting pity. “I’d rather drop dead, you’re delusional Miguel. I’ll never love you.”

…

“Please Miguel… I need you… I love you…” your voice trembled, you’re tone needy and desperate, your hands shaking as you place them on his back, “You’re my everything- please- I need more-“

…

“Miguel? I have something to tell you…” you sounded so timid, your voice sounded so small and sweet, you didn’t look up but continued anyways, “I’ve been thinking, and… well… I think… I think I have feelings for you-“

Miguel woke up in a cold sweat, his chest heaving as he attempted to catch breath quietly, sitting up and looking over at his dorm mate to make sure he didn’t wake him up, before looking over at the clock on the desk that divides their twin beds.

“3:18 AM” the clock read.

Miguel sighed as he lays back down once his breath is steady and his heart rate goes back to normal. Groaning internally as he rubs his hands over his face in an attempt to wipe some sweat away.

Miguel has dreamt about (Y/N) nearly every night this week since Saturday.

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Taglist: @tayleighuh @cowboylikeevie @coralineyouareinterribledanger @jukioku @loser-alert @migueloharaspookiebear @serpentstarr @littlexscarletxwitch @darksidescorner

[audikatia]

welcome to another edition of, “Ange is yelling in your asks about TRC”

- I keep thinking Kavinsky’s first name is Peter because of Peter Kavinsky from “to all the boys i’ve loved before”, which i find amusing bc they could not be more different

- “Seventeen years before, Adam had been born in a trailer. They could see it on him. He knew it.” Adam is breaking my whole heart, i love him so much

- but also?? Adam disappearing??? omfg i read this chapter at work and i was so stressed, the sentient dream woods are really doing a number on his psyche

- I! Love! Helen!! Gansey!!! “Helen very much enjoyed climbing down into other people’s lives and muddling about there with a pail and a shovel and possibly one of those old-fashioned striped bathing suits with the legs and arms.” I’m in love, I want to study her under a microscope, I want to drink wine and snark with her, idk if we see more of Helen but I’m delighted every time she shows up. 10/10 no notes

- the PILLS there’s no way this ends well, i fear for Ronan, but also??? “He just stared at Kavinsky, doing the math: One hundred white Mitsubishis. Two dozen fake IDs. Five leather bracelets. Two of us.” brb screaming

the writing in this just keeps slamming into my rib cage with the force of Ronan crashing the Pig, you were absolutely right when you said this would require my brain

Omg Peter Kavinsky and Joseph Kavinsky really could not be more different lol I literally cannot hear the name Kavinsky anywhere else without thinking "where are the sunglasses and white tank and the shitty-yet-possibly-sexy attitude that makes me feel bad for finding it shitty-yet-possibly-sexy?" This name is gone forever for me ADAM'S AGATHA-CHRISTIE-ESQUE FUGUE STATE IS NOT DISCUSSED ENOUGH. Like, girl. What the fuck is going on?? There were disembodied voices that you heard but also possibly other people heard? And you could read minds? And you walked something like 20 miles without realizing it? Girl, help.

Helen is a mythical creature that we can only truly glimpse in bits and pieces within our dreams. I want a series that's just her being ruthlessly efficient and attractive with nothing fanciful about her except her pink fingernails. 10/10 no notes.

Ronan is having arguably the worst gay crisis/Hot Girl Summer imaginable. Crashing cars, toxic fuck buddy without the fucking, pills, and a lot of weird dream math. "Two of us" is a fucking killer

Ahh, I love these haha

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Peter Kavinsky

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Billy Hargrove

Nail color

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Little monsters

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Rio

Bun in the Oven

Rainy Days

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Oscar Diaz

High school

Jealous

Lights Festival

Wattpad

Noah Centineo

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Oscar ‘Spooky’ Diaz

Boys Ain’t Shit Wattpad Version

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Klaus Mikaelson

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Imagine accidentally drunk dialing Peter and him going to pick you up after telling him that you don’t have a ride home

———  Masterlist / Ko-Fi ———

“Peter!” [Name] yelled out when she saw him approach her. “What are you doing here? I thought you didn’t want to come to the party.” 

He chuckled and pulled out his phone, showing her his call history. “You called me, remember. How many drinks did you have, [Nickname]?”

She shrugged, running a hand through her hair. “I don’t really remember.” 

Peter reached out and grabbed one of her hands. “Come on,” he gestured toward the house’s front door with his free hand. “Let me take you home. I think you partied enough for today”

[noahcentineostan]

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College Kavinsky 1.0

This story is based on 3 years post college admissions (So he’s a junior now). Peter and Lara Jean are not together; they broke up amicably (I am Covinksy stan but let a girl have a maladaptive daydream).

Reader is an afro latina curvy girl (Midsize or plus size the choice is yours) however as we have read multiple fan fiction and fictional books we all imagine ourselves as main character so feel free to do so 🥰

I’m sensitive about my shit but i hope you like it 

Warnings: curse words, slight vulgarity.

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“Where’s Y/N, where’d she go?” Peter asked, looking around for you he was hoping for an opportunity to talk to you, seeing your last interaction was a bit awkward. 

“Oh she left?” Ivy  (your roommate) 

“Why?” he asks taking a sip of his beer 

“Oh that's because Cameron (Ivy’s boyfriend) said it was invite only” Ivy answers 

Tonight the Fraternity was throwing a party, post new chapter  president, vice president, treasurer, secretary, and social chair as the previous seniors had graduated. 

Peter had been mentioned as the new Treasurer a promotion from social chair and Cameron his best friend was given the position as Secretary as the board recognized Cameron’s efforts in assisting his pledge brother and best friend in chapter activities. 

“CAM WHAT THE HELL?!” He asked giving Cameron an incredulous look 

“Sorry shit I didn’t even think about it.” he shrugged in response You had helped Ivy and the other girlfriends set up for the party post the event, and typically this party was the only by invite only party due to the fact that the new leaderships would be discussing exciting plans for the new year and only long term girlfriends and family would be invited back to the Frat house. But honestly the new chapter leadership always got to invite who they wanted. Anyway 2 hours had passed and there was no way you were making your way back to the house. 

Honestly you had no idea what she was talking about during your last interaction all Peter said was he liked your shoes and boy did Ivy scold you. Ivy knew Peter liked you; she didn’t want to tell you because it was like a secret between her, Cam, and Peter, however you were convinced she was a sucker for love looking at your recent interaction with rose colored glasses. 

~Flashback~

“Why didn’t you say something back?” 

“I did, I said thank you” “You were supposed to say oh thanks i like your watch your chain i don’t fucking know follow up with something!” you open your mouth to protest but she continues “What do guys like?” 

You shrug “Cars, sports, fishing” you shrug not understanding her question 

“So a guy complimenting your shoes would mean?” 

“He thinks they are cool” you feel the thud of the pillow hit your body “HEY!” 

“You are impossible! I am setting you up with one of the finest men on campus! And you fumble the damn play” 

You roll your eyes and huff looking up to the ceiling “I think you are looking into this too much” 

“I AM NOT!” she stresses

“Ivanna, why would Peter want me?” 

“WHY WOULDN’T HE LOOK AT YOU! YOU’RE HOT IN FACT” she moves closer “MANY GUYS HAVE ASKED ME ABOUT YOU ESPECIALLY WHEN WE GO OUT TOGETHER!” she grabs your shoulders, shaking you a bit hoping to shake some sort of sense in your brain. 

You hold a look of confusion “what?” you respond slightly above a whisper

“YES PEOPLE HAVE ASKED ME ABOUT YOU!” she takes in a deep breath to calm down realizing she was a bit too passionate “Guys have asked me if you have a boyfriend , can I hook them up, but I didn’t because they are fuck boys. Peter is not”

“So Peter asked you to hook us up?” “NO!” she responds quickly hoping she didn’t give away her scheme

Your brow quirks “okay so what makes you believe that he likes me?” “A girl knows things” “Uh-Huh” you smirk and walk away to grab the wine bottle. 

“So next time you see him”You interrupt “If there is a next time”

“Oh there will be trust me” You roll your eyes “you need to work that charm”

You squeal “Ow” you say in response to her pinching your side 

“And you need to work your charm, tu entiendes?” 

“SI! Damn!” 

“GREAT” she smiles

“So can we discuss the party now? How was it?” “Actually it was okay” She shrugs boring kinda because it was like a meeting with beer and food and games involved. 

“Oh” 

“Yea” she says snuggling into your side and focuses on the movie ahead. 

It has been almost 3 years since your last relationship. Things were said to you that made you question yourself, question the value you could add in a relationship etc, so it was hard that, the Peter Kavinsky, one of the most popular frat brothers on campus, liked you.  I mean you’ve seen the previous relationships/situationships/hookup girls they looked nothing like you so much so when Ivy hinted at him liking you made you think she was the most delusional person on this planet called earth. 

She was right, there was a next time, this time it was the homecoming party and as we know each frat house would partner up and try to outdo not only the previous year but make it a party that no one ever stopped talking about. 

“You have to come to the party!” Ivy insists 

“Ivy, it’s gonna be a lot of people” “SO!?” 

“Sooo, .......ugh......... I will come” you finally give in after she begged you for 2 days to go after your initial ‘no’

“YAY! Lets go shopping!” 

“Okay!”

In true homecoming fashion you both had to adorn Stanfords alma mater colors. You both decide on an outfit that suits you best. Your body is buzzing with anxiety as you both get ready. Last minute runs to get nails, eyebrows done, running to the liquor store to get pregame (A/N: drink responsibly), running to grocery store to get last minute late night snacks(Ice cream, chips, fruit, cookies). 

“Ready?!” Ivy asks you taking the last sip of her chaser “As I will ever be!” you respond 

She smiles and links arms together as you both walk out to meet your uber driver (A/N:  don’t drink and drive) 

As you pull up to the house the line extends way beyond what you initially thought. 

“OMG! Ivy” you look at the line feeling very overwhelmed and intimidated how were all these people going to fit in that house? How many kegs did they even buy to be sufficient for all these people? Isn’t there like a fire code or something? When the lines were small the house was packed you can’t even imagine all of them fitting.

“I know how it looks but trust me it’s gonna be fun!” she beams at you “Let me text Cameron” 

In a few minutes he appears from the front “HI BABY!” she jumps in his arms “Look who I convinced to come” they both look at you

“Y/N! Glad you made it” he says giving you a side hug

“Yea, thanks for the invite.” you smile still feeling like this was a bad idea. To be fair you never attended any of the homecoming parties or activities. Too many people, drunk people, pissed people, sad people, happy people, everyone everywhere it just wasn’t your thing, 

“Come on!” he says, ushering you two in you hear some groans and curse words as you two were allowed in. Inside the house you can breathe a little. It wasn't even full yet a few extra bodies were floating around, certainly not what you imagined. You hear the president give an order to move one Keg out to the backyard. Another voice is heard confirming all rooms are locked and secure. 

“Alright last meeting!”  You hear as you feel Ivy pull you back  “We know the mission?” Mark the president comments 

They respond “EPIC PARTY, EPIC FRAT HOUSE! TOP FRATERNITY OF STANFORD!” They cheer “LETS GOOO!!!” you look around and see Peter joining the cheering

“AND PLEASE NO GIRLS IN THE ROOMS I DON’T CARE HOW MUCH YOUR DICKS GET HARD SEND THEM HOME!” Sean the Vice President adds in making them all laugh 

“Here we go '' Ivy whispers to you as they open the door, in a moment the room quickly gets filled up the music is so loud the base in the speakers is vibrating through you. You watch as people grab cups, grab bottles of beer, grab the premade jello shots and make their way to the dance floor as you nurse your liquor punch? That's what they called it anyway. 

After a while your body loosens up you start to care less about the surroundings and you start moving to the music. Ivy had left your side and returned and left again so much so that you didn’t care anymore you were having your own mini party in the very distant corner of the living room which didn’t have any couches? How come you just realized? Actually all the seating was missing. 

You tip your head back to get the last drop in your cup and frown you move from your corner hoping to find no one occupying it and make it to the kitchen 

“SPEAK OF THE DEVIL! Y/N!” 

You turn to look behind you and there stood Peter (of course you notice him first), Ivy, Cam, and a few of the other frat brothers. You wave before getting more of the liquor punch whatever they put in it was really working its way in your system. You walk over and greet them. "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN HIDING?" Sean asks

“OH I HAVE I’VE BEEN AROUND!” “THIS IS OUR FIRST TIME SEEING YOU WE’VE SEEN IVY LIKE A BILLION TIMES” You roll your eyes “WE ARE NOT ATTACHED AT THE HIP” and you weren’t you didn’t need Ivy to babysit you, you had fun the introvert way you know observing people and their mannerisms, argument over there, dancing over here, conversation in that corner, oooh trip up the steps

You watch as Peter smirks and that makes you blush, you quickly look away “what are you drinking?” you ask Ivy

“Oh girl i don’t know” she takes a sip “beer?” she takes another “i think i mixed beer with punch” You make a face “ew”

“Gross right?” you nod “Too drunk to care” she throws it back. You laugh in response. When you turn back to the group Peter is gone and your heart drops a little but not enough to care. 

You walk away from the circle and make your way around the crowd. A few guys stop you trying to flirt but it's a wash, they were way too drunk much more than you and were now just saying anything ‘like your tits, let me suck your pussy’ you cringe as you think about it. You spot Peter not too far away dancing. Of course he is surrounded by mostly girls and of course the one who he seems to be chummy with is the girl that fits the aesthetics of his recent situationships. You roll your eyes, fuck Ivy for making you think this guy even liked you. You were better off having a secret crush than hoping he had any interest. The night goes on and your mood is semi sour, not too much more so slight irritation. Thank God for your corner because you need a wall to lean on, heels, no seats, and alcohol are not the best combo. You look down at your clock and see it is 1am time for you to head out, you know Ivy wouldn’t mind hell you haven’t even seen her or texted her in the past 2 hours. You shoot a text saying you were going to The Crispy Bun, a hole in the wall burger bar that not many people knew about. It had a very retro vibe with a modern spin. 

You push yourself off the wall, stand in line for way too long for the restroom and head towards the front. 

“Y/N!” you hear Ivy and God did you roll your eyes 

“YEA!” you fake a smile

“WHERE YOU GOING?” 

You notice Peter and Sean, and what seemed to be Peter’s interest for the night walking up

“OH I UMM WAS GONNA GO TO CRISPY” 

“OOOOH YESSS!”  She pinches your side 

You squeal again “OW WHAT THE FUCK IVANNA!” She squints and looks at you “YOU WERE GONNA GO WITHOUT ME??” 

“I TEXTED YOU!” You feel yourself getting angry 

She pulls out her phone “OH SHIT YOU DID, SORRY FRIEND!” She throws her arms around you

“WHAT’S CRISPY?” Sean asks

“YOU DON’T KNOW? THEY HAVE THE BEST BURGERS LETS GO!” she says rallying up the small group. 

God no,  this can’t be happening. You were happy to just walk and have a nice burger in your drunken state now you had to be there as Peter and this girl would be flirting right in front of you. 

The group leaves, all 6 of you. You do your best to lighten up your mood, joining Ivy in her singing and giggling. Eventually you guys stop and she links arms with you pulling you close

“This is the time to make your move” she whispers in your ear You scoff “Please not this again” “What?” she looks at you and then back at the guys

“Ivy, he brought a girl, what are you even?” 

She interrupts you “Olivia? That’s Sean’s girlfriend!” 

You blush “oh” “You thought that was some girl he liked?”

“It look...” She interrupted again “Well you are wrong”

“What you two whispering about over there?!” Cameron asks 

“NOTHING!” Ivy sings in response. Ivy goes back to singing, and this time you happily join in. Maybe she was right because why would Peter tag along. You finally make it to The Crispy Bun. 

“Hi, how many?” the host asks “Hi Hannah!”  you greet

“Y/N!, Omg i haven’t seen you in like forever” the older lady comments “I know class and all” She puts her hand on her chest  “I get it girl”

“We have 6” “Ooooo I won’t be able to sit you guys for like an hour. But if you want there’s many seats by the bar I think you guys can sit in pairs, but as people leave just ask the bartender to move you closer to each other. Does that work?” 

“Yes it’s perfect!” Ivy responds. “And I’m starrrvviingg” You give her look what the hell does she mean by that's perfect? Was she planning on sitting with you and ignoring Cam

You feel her grab your hand and place it on Peter's hand. If the sky opened up and swallowed you now you wouldn’t even be mad.

“Peter take care of her!” 

“Scouts honor” he responds in a calm manner 

“Okay great here are the menus there’s a pair in the middle and and then on each side of the bar, I think” 

“Dibs on middle!” Sean comments pulling Olivia along with him

Your heart races as Peter pulls you through the busy bar, unbeknownst to you he chose the area that seemed to be a bit more calm. He helps you sit on the stool. You thank him sheepishly as he sits on his.

“No problem, so what’s good to eat here Y/L/N?” Y/L/N you like that nickname “Oh umm there’s a lot actually!” you open up the menu so you can both look at it. Peter stands up and moves his stool closer. You blush but try to hide it behind your big  bouncy hollywood style curls. You were a sucker for big hair so of course you had to put in those large rollers in your hair. “They have like gourmet burgers and then the classics” 

“What do you get?” he asks You go to answer but are interrupted by the waitress “Hey guys what can I get you?” You two don’t say much, keeping the conversation light until the food comes out

“MMMM” He moans, throwing his head back. 

“It’s good right” 

“I can’t believe I didn’t know about this place, shit where have I been?” 

“Under a rock” you respond sarcastically. He chuckles in response 

It’s quiet for a while as you two eat, he then looks down at your shoes and smiles. 

“So why you giving me the cold shoulder Y/L/N” he asks looking at you dead on 

Your jaw drops as you watch him pick up one of your fries and plops it in his mouth 

“I have not!” 

“You were giving me the cold shoulder not too long ago” He adds picking up another fry 

“I was not” you blush

He smirks and takes one last bite of his burger “So what was it then?” 

You blush some more and say “I thought you were just complimenting my shoes and...” you pause to think 

He quirks his brow “And?” 

You respond in a soft tone almost whispering “I just didn’t think you... were... interested” 

He scoffs amused “Well I am!” he confirms as he eats another one of your fries

“Do you want my fries?” you ask “Yes they are soo good!” 

“You can eat my leftover burger full now” you offer pushing the plate towards him “Nice” Perfect reason to have boys around they finish your food 

After he finishes he finally speaks “So now that you know I am interested” You blush “Can we get this show on the road, tired of looking at you from afar” “Sure” you blush

“Come here” he pulls you closer and angles your swivel stool to face him while both his legs cage you in 

“What would you like to know about me Peter?’ you ask 

“Everything” You blush and look “I love your smile” “Man you’re laying it in thick” 

He chuckles, throwing his head back “Nah I just wanna know more, you know?” 

“You gotta ask so I know what to tell you?” “Any love interests?” “No? Maybe” 

“Last boyfriend?” “3 years ago?” “Why’d you break up?” “Long story short he cheated” “Favorite TV Show?” “Bob’s Burgers”

“Nice” 

“Siblings”

“None” “Only child wow” you blush pushing the hair behind your ear 

You two continue and eventually you loosen up and ask him the same if not similar questions 

“What?” you ask, focusing back on his eyes. You had done the Marilyn Monroe Triangle method ( A/N: look at youtube, tiktok, etc), not that you did it intentionally just something you would do from close proximity or from a distance. You liked the details of things you noticed. 

He smirked and pulled you even closer, hands caressing your outer things, your eyes widened a bit as he leaned in. “I said, if I asked you out what would you say?” “Oh!” you giggle “Yes duh” 

“You guys want anything else?” 

“Want dessert?” He asks you “Uh no I’m good” you say not wanting to look like a glutton 

“We are good” 

“Alright together or separate checks” 

“Together!”  he responds quickly reaching in his back pocket for his wallet

“Oh I was gonna..” you say reaching for your bag  

He stops you “Consider this our first unofficial first date and if you pull out your card I swear to god Y/L/N” 

You stop midway “Thanks Peter” you say sheepishly 

“Don’t mention it, so about that first date” “What are you two love birds talking about?” Olivia teases

He smiles at her “private things, what's up?” he asks straightening, up looking across to see that Cam, Ivy, and Sean were making their way towards you two

“Oooh private things” She throws her arm around Peter, and caresses his face and you realize the uncomfortable expression 

“You guys done?” “Yea we gotta go back bro, it's been 2 hours cleaning helping get home all that Frat house shit” 

“Oh shit I forgot” 

“Because you’re busy flirting your balls off!” Sean adds

“Fuck off” Sean “ready?” he asks you 

“Oh yea”  you say standing up

You guys walk in pairs now you two being in the middle 

“So about that official first date” he asks lowly not wanting anyone else to hear 

“Oh yea I would love to” you look up at him 

“Yes! I need your number” He said handing you his phone. He smiles down at you and throws his hands around your shoulders pulling you in. 

You guys reach the Frat house and he looks down at you. You look to your side and notice Olivia looking at you both you can’t read her expression, it was odd though “Text me when you get home safe” “Awww Peter” Olivia comes over and pinches his cheek. He rolls his eyes shrugging her off “what about me do you care if I make it home safe?” 

He gives her a deadpan look “of course i do liv” he responds sarcastically 

You smile and rub his arms “I’ll text you Peter” you say looking up at him he smiles and kisses your cheek.

[creativeashproductions]

Bundle of Joy // Noah Centineo

Summary: Days into marriage you find a revelation that changes everything your honeymoon entailed. Definitely not an inconvenience in any means other than an early present in more ways than one.

Characters: Noah Centineo x Reader, Kelle Centineo, Greg Centineo and Taylor Centineo

Words: 1.7k

Disclaimer: This is only a fictional take on the Centineo family. Do not repost our work anywhere without our explicit consent.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, and a smidgen of angst.

A/N: It’s hard to come back to a website that’s turned to shit lately and when nobody really makes an attempt to talk to us. Don’t expect any works without actual interaction. We love to talk to people, but I’ve started to turn to Quotev seeing as we get no feedback.

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On your honeymoon, you had expected lots of wine, sex and relaxation for once in a hectic lifestyle you had chosen from that first date of some now defunct dating app. Five years later you hadn't expected the honeymoon to consist of pregnancy tests, saltine crackers and puking. Despite feeling ill, you had decided to keep your suspicions to yourself and keep having fun because these few weeks are the only ones Noah had been stress-free for awhile.

"Babe!" Noah exclaimed peeking his head back into the bungalow with a bright smile, "Are you feeling better?"

"I think that fast food I had, had given me food poisoning." You moaned from the king-sized fluffy bed. The padding of his bare feet sounded first before he settled on the mattress next to you.

"Should be head back home?"

"No." You shook your head quickly, "I'll be fine. I'll just take it easy. Help me up?"

Noah gently grasped your hands in his as he shifted you into his arms to bring you out into the sunny day that England offered finally. In a few days, you would head to Paris, France for the last leg of the honeymoon before returning to your jobs.

"I love you." You sighed leaning into his body more with a beaming smile despite nausea you still felt settled into a less intense feeling, "I'm so happy you married me."

"How could I not with that beautiful smile, caring personality and my gorgeous counterpart." Noah chuckled to himself as the sunrise over the small lake side retreat you had chosen months ago.

Maybe when you returned home in a few weeks, you would have news for Noah about a possible little bean joining the family. Early in the marriage, actually a few years sooner than planned, but there was no doubt that Noah would take the new life in strides. He was born to be a father.

"Do you think anyone would mind if we went for a little swim." Noah's husky voice asked barely a breathe away from your ear as his arms crossed over your midsection.

"Seeing as you booked the entire retreat and the employees signed Non-Disclosure Agreements I think it's safe to say we can." You winked before shedding the camisole you wore to bed last night from a suitcase of lingerie your friends had all bought as a bachelorette party gift.

"I love when you talk dirty to me." Noah joked chasing after your form just as easily removing articles of clothing before he dove under the water to pop up in front of you.

"What can I say? Those years of studying were put to use somehow." You retorted pressing a kiss on his cheek before he nestled into your neck with little love bites and whispers of love.

"I can't wait to spend my life with you."

Paris was more romantic than movies had shown with delicious food, beautiful lights at night and the Eiffel Tower didn't disappoint. Noah returned to filming an upcoming series you hoped would be picked up due to the new arrival coming in May, your calculations were confirmed at the doctors for a due date. It Baby C stayed on schedule with no early appearances the due date would be on Noah's birthday.

The first thing you had to do was tell Noah about it but given that he was a man of detail and observation you had decided to just leave hints around the house. First, you planted a soother in the open box of condoms in his side table and swiping his new script to underline baby in the middle of it. It was only the first part of the plan.

The man himself wandered into the room with a spoon hanging from his mouth and a yogurt container in the other while reading a script. Sundays were never worked on with the lovely director of the film, he reserved those days for his own family.

"Did you pick up milk?" You questioned with a glance at your husband.

"Behind the other milk in the fridge." Noah replied setting his script down while placing the spoon in the dishwasher and the yogurt container in the garbage, "How are you?"

"Perfect." You grinned wrapping your arms around his neck with a cheeky glint in your eye.

"I'll make supper if you can get some veggies and fruits." Noah proposed already opening the fridge to see a platter of veggies, all of the items baby sized, with a chuckle, "I should have known you would have done that already."

The night passed with Noah not catching the little hints even when he had taken his watch off before bed to put in his side table. His eyes caught sight of the pacifier, but he assumed your friend had dropped it when she was helping you choose a new colour for the room. She had had a baby only a few months ago, so he had known she sometimes forgot items. You chuckled as he didn't even catch the underlined work in the script before he yawned.

"Can you hand me the bookmark?" He asked as you gently passed it over.

"Can you pick some things up from the store?" You questioned, "I'm not sure if I'll make it in time. I have that check up with the doctor."

"Sure. Give me a list."

"I have coupons actually." You spoke up leaning over your side to pick up the few coupons. Despite the excellent money Noah brought into the home from acting roles and your well-paying job you preferred using coupons to save money if you could.

"Flour, cookies, pickles, peanut butter, saltines, Doritos and clam chowder. Baby other than flour and cookies we never buy this stu-" Noah cut himself off at the last coupon in his hand in shock. Blatantly displayed was a coupon able to be redeemed in eight months, "Are you...?"

"That one can be put away for a few months." You giggled, "I took a few tests in England. It wasn't food poisoning."

"Little Centineo." He breathed dropping them to pounce on you to press kisses all over your face with a grin that outmatched even the one from your wedding, "Oh my gosh you're carrying my baby."

"You think that you can play some music on your guitar to the baby?"

"Of fucking course. I have to call my parents." He made a dash for the door before you called him back.

"Or we can let them sleep and keep the news to ourselves for a while. Besides don't you wanna know my due date?" You smirked to yourselves as you started to walk over to him.

"This is ama...babe no you should sit down." He guided you back to sit on the bed once more, "When's Lil C coming?"

"Your birthday party may need to move to the hospital if things go to plan."

"Our baby is coming on my birthday." Noah breathed before collapsing on the bed backwards, "I feel like I'm gonna combust. Y/N I literally thought I couldn't love anything more than I love you, but you just proved me wrong. I haven't even seen an ultrasound and wow."

"Tomorrow you will if you can make it to the appointment. I have already been to one to confirm the pregnancy, but I refused to look at the screen until I could with you. It will be a special moment." You turned to cuddle into his side.

True to your words Noah's birthday was spent in the hospital months later cradling his sleeping newborn daughter in his arms. Barely a day old she had almost made it to Noah's birthday but just born at 11:49 pm you knew she was perfect and would still be adamant of celebrating with Daddy. You just knew in your heart that Noah had a new best friend for life.

"Sweetheart?" Kellee spoke through the cracked door, "Are you sure we can come in?"

From the hospital bed, you waved them in just as the baby opened her eyes to stare up at Noah. Noah's parents and sister came into the room having only just arrived at the hospital after the long drive. Your family had already been in a few hours ago before leaving your little family to bond.

"Hey, Mom," Noah whispered scooting the chair closer to your bed.

"Oh my gosh."

"You have a healthy granddaughter." You grinned up at your in-laws.

"What's her name?" Greg questioned peering at the newborn Noah passed to Kellee.

"We would like you to meet Kenzie Taylor Centineo." You breathed keeping your eyes on the pink bundle now in Greg's arms.

"Taylor." Your sister in law gasped blinking slowly, "You gave her my name."

"Well had you not spilt your wine on my shirt in that restaurant I wouldn't have met your brother, my husband." You tearfully replied ushering her over with Kenzie in her arms, "Without a doubt in my mind I knew from the minute I saw Kenzie on the ultrasound that she had to be named after one of the strongest women I know. Noah agreed. Thank you so much for helping me find the love of my life."

"Aw." Taylor nearly sobbed as Kenzie gripped her pointer finger in her hand and cooed up at her, "Well little Kenzie Taylor I hope you know we're going to have a day monthly of ice cream together, but for now you grow up some."

Your life was complete for a few years before another bundle was passed around the room wrapped in another hospital blanket.

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Movie Thrills - Peter Kavinsky Imagine

Summary: Your shivers and anxiety come through when Peter Kavinsky asks you on a date to the movies.

Paring: Peter Kavinksy x Reader

A/n: So, I’m gonna start writing Peter K imagine now.... feel free to request him if you want, or be added to his taglist. and oH, and I’m also adding him to my masterlist...

You hadn’t thought this through.

Your wide frail eyes showed that clearly as you stood beside your front door, waiting for a special knock to signal that his here. 

With your hands rubbing up and down your face, and your throat tightening with the harsh inhales of breath, your brain automatically recalls on how you had gotten yourself into this situation.

You don’t exactly understand why your intellect had failed you that day, or fully comprehend why he came up to you in the first place, but either way, nothing could have helped you from speaking what you truly wanted to tell him in the beginning. Maybe it was the slight shock running through your veins that abstracted you from the way his lips moved as he spoke. Or perhaps it was the simple gesture of your perplexed mind freezing when Peter Kavinsky had asked you on a date to the movies. But the simple task of replying wasn’t something your body was willing to accomplish at the time. 

You see, you didn’t want to displease him. He was just so keen on asking you out -and although you thought it was a prank- you didn’t want to ruin the bright gleaming smile that was settled upon his face. And besides, maybe the date wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe you would go to the movies and enjoy a decent comedy that wasn’t as bad as the trailer put it out to be. Or maybe you would watch a classic romance with a cliche ending that everybody saw coming. With all the possible outcomes, you weren’t expecting a text stating the newest horror movie you were about to watch.

For one reason or another, there was no denying the fact that you despised horror movies. With repetitive jump scares and continuing suspense, there is no way you would be able to get through even a quarter of the movie. The amount of embarrassment you would lay on yourself wouldn’t be welcoming, especially not for Peter.

So as you stand at your door, hands fidgeting with your necklace, and heart palpitating with fast speeds, you were completely oblivious to the fact that the doorbell had rung. And with no corresponding answer, it rung again. Catching your attention, you cursed out a chorus of profanities as you shuffled your way to the door. Smoothening out your shirt, and fixing the loose strands of hair that had fallen over your face. With great caution, you slowly open the door, a fake smile sprinkled over your lips to depress the fact that you were scared.

“Peter! You're here, thought you bailed on me” you joke, a sweet smile adjusting on your lips.

“What? no, no, couldn’t miss a date with a pretty girl, could I?” The comment was sweet, sending you in the darkest shade of red. But you couldn't let him have that effect on you.

“Is that what you say to the all the girls you’ve been on a date with?” you ask, partly for sarcasm, partly because you truly wanted to know.

“No... because I’ve never seen a girl as pretty as you” The remark only sent you even redder, well, if that was even possible.

Trying to change the subject, you quickly reply with “So, we gonna get going or what?” 

“Yeah, yeah, um, you got everything?” he asked, hands leading you to the car.

“Yep, at least I think I do” you reply, hand going to reach for the door handle but being cut short.

“Don’t worry, I got it” he smiles, hand reaching to open the door before welcoming you inside his Jeep.

You sat impatiently as you waited for the movie to start. Your hand only reaching for the popcorn every few minutes. Usually, you’d eat the whole thing before the movie even began, but your anxiety had overflooded your body. You only waited with anticipation. With your legs crossed and one hand on the armrest nearby Peter, you couldn't help but constantly bite your bottom lip. You thought you were scared now, but it was only when the lights dimmed down, and the opening credit scene started playing when you really got scared.

For the first couple of minutes, it wasn’t too bad. Mainly because it was only explaining the storyline, which was probably leading up to a thrilling jump scare. Everytime a suspicious sound, or movement happened on screen, you braced yourself for the worst, hoping it was only a minor jumpscare. But every time, nothing came. You were honestly more aware of the movie than the actual date itself.

“Hey, are you okay? You look really stressed” You turned around to be face with Peter, concern written all over his facial features.

“Hmm, yeah, yeah, I’m fine”  The lie slipped easily from your tongue, although your facial features didn’t show it.

As you went back to face towards the screen, a sudden jump scare propelled from the screen, leaving you to let out a high pitch scream, grabbing onto Peter’s hand. Almost the whole cinema looked back at you with either annoyance or concern, Peter being one of them. But instead of having a look of concern or annoyance, he only smiled, tempted to laugh.

“Why-why are you smiling? This is n-not funny” you exclaim, your face a totally different shade from when he complimented you before.

Instead of replying, he silently laughed, a hand having to cover his mouth at risk of making a noise. The movie was long forgotten, and your attention was all on him. Your mind only wondering to the possibilities of what he now thought of you. But after a while, he finally stopped with a light tinted smile on his face.  What surprised you was when he leaned over and put his hands under your arms, lifting you ever so slightly and pulling you into his lap. His warmth already soothing you in the nicest way possible.

Slightly leaning down, he whispered with a hushed voice in your ear. 

“I know how much you hate scary movies... I only chose this so I could be your night in shining armor and hold you like this”

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Starry Eyes - Peter Kavinsky

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He was a charming boy, adorable laugh, a captivating smile, he was a heartthrob.

Every morning he would show up at her locker, hugging his best friend to say good morning.

And every morning you would look at him, wishing it was you.

You were a quiet person, always listening, paying attention to others, smiling discreetly.

He secretly likes you, a shy girl with an angelic smile, your eyes were beaming with their magnificent e/c. He was so smitten.

And you were secretly liking him too, how could you not? You adored the thing he did with his nose when he was going to laugh or grinning, his 'woah woah woah’, he was funny in general and relaxed.

He was apart of their group of friends so she would hang out with him sometimes, they knew each other pretty good, they weren't best friends.

Peter found Y/n pretty intimidating sometimes, she was so quiet, she was also so smart, she had opinions and sometimes she wasn't afraid to declare them.

She knew how it worked, show you're 'weak’ and she would become discreet, but she just didn't feel the need to reveal herself to people, so she would get hurt? No, it was useless, the only people who were apart of her life were her group of friends - some girls and guys including Peter.

Lately, he tried to get closer to Y/n, but everytime her eyes were on him, he just smiled and wanted to punch himself for not having the balls to just ask her how she was feeling today.

Until one morning he didn't go to his best friend (fake best friend, may I add, Gen, she just liked having a handsome boy near her and he kind of started to realise that) he went straight to Y/n, she was taking some books for her classes and putting some back in her locker.

“Hey, Y/L/N.”

At the sound of her last name, she raised her head and found the most beautiful and genuine smile she ever saw.

“Oh, hey Peter.” Her voice was so soft it could kill him.

She closed her bag, and looked at her locker, making sure she had everything she needed then closed it.

“How are you feeling, today?”

“Oh, you know, the usual boring day a student goes through.” she answered and they started walking to their shared class.

“Yeah.. hey, You know how to play the guitar, right?”

“Um.. yeah, I do. Why?”

“I kinda want to learn too, if you're okay, of course! But I gotta warn you, be patient with me.” he said and ended his sentence with a beautiful smile of his. The childish kind of smile, but he was so cute.

She started laughing at his adorable face, grinning.

“Why not! Do you have a guitar?”

“Um.. no, but I was thinking you could help me choose one?”

She nodded, a smile on her lips.

And so it started like this, she helped him choosing a guitar, they started a few lessons, sometimes it was at her house, or at his, it really didn't matter.

After weeks the mood in Y/n’s house went from welcoming and warm to cold, she was trying her best to hide it but he wasn't stupid, he knew something was up, but he was afraid of scaring her away.

One afternoon he was going to ask her what was wrong when he saw how difficult it was for her to concentrate, she had small bags under her eyes, and her natural smiley face was gone, leaving its place to a neutral look.

He was going to pronounce a word when he heard her parents fighting, loudly. They were talking about someone cheating, divorcing, at the screams of her parents entering her room she closed her eyes and put her fingers on her temple as if it would help her to make the screams fade away.

Peter knew too well how it felt, his own father left him and his little brother with their mom once he had divorced. Since that they never heard from him.

He could remember the tension, the fights, the pain, it was terrible. If there was someone who could remember the way she felt, it was him.

He put his guitar on her bed, next to hers, and went to put a hand on her shoulder to show his compassion when she broke down, crying.

She never cried, when the fights started she swore she wouldn't cry, but it happened almost every day now, Peter moved in a hurry, sitting right next to her and bringing her to his chest, hugging her, softly caressing her back to comfort her.

“J-just for o-one ni-night.” She sighed, but Peter didn't understand.

“One night?” He softly asked, frowning.

Taking deep breaths, she finally was able to say “Just for one night.. I need to leave this place..”

“This place”,  she wasn't talking about her house at this point, it wasn't her house anymore, it was “this place”.

“I can drive you to-”

“No, I don't want to involve someone else.. you weren't supposed to hear this..” her voice was so sad it broke him.

“Y/n, listen, you can sleep at my house, for the night, I think, you need to clear your head, I’m not leaving you here tonight.”

“Thank you, Peter, but are you sure it’s alright? I don't want to impose myself.”

“You won't. I’ll prepare the guest room for you. My mom will understand. I’ll help you pack some stuff. Come on.” His voice was very soft.

“I don't deserve you, Peter.” She whispered.

“It’s you who doesn't deserve all of this.”

His eyes were glued on her, her head was against his chest, playing with the sleeve of her shirt.

He moved a little so he could lift her chin up with a finger, his eyes glued to hers.

She had the look of someone who was beyond tired, she was exhausted, she had to keep this to herself for weeks, he couldn't imagine the amount of strength she had to go through this, alone.

“But she won't be alone, now.” Peter thought and promised himself.

He wiped away her tears and kissed her cheek.

“C’mon Y/L/N, let's pack some stuff.” He got on his feet, which obliged her to do so too.

She took her school bag and put what she needed for her homework, it was Friday so she didn't have school the next day, but maybe she would be able to do some.

Then she took another bag and took the essential, clean clothes, her toothbrush and toothpaste, and pajamas -which consisted of a big shirt and a pair of shorts.

Peter took their guitars, he had a feeling maybe she would want to play, he took her bags while she was writing a note.

“Left to a friend's house.”

Peter asked her if she wanted to leave by her window.

“Are you crazy? It’s not a secret mission you know?”

“Fine, Jason Bourne.”

“You do know that Jason Bourne is not the hero of Mission: Impossible, right?”

“Really?”

“And you were giving me crap because I haven't seen Fight Club.”

“I can feel some negative vibes around here.” He said while moving his hand to her, and she couldn't help but smile at him.

They both walked downstairs and as she suspected her parents were fighting again in the kitchen.

She knew she could leave they wouldn't hear her and it’s what happened.

They were in Peter’s car, driving to his house and he still couldn't believe it, they literally went through the front door, they didn't even try to hide and it was like Y/n’s didn't exist.

“Do they fight often?”

“Before it wasn't that much. But now it’s… almost every day.”

“Why?”

“I don't really know, I think my dad cheated, but I’m not sure, I usually listen to my music very loud when they fight.”

“Why didn't you tell someone?”

“Because it’s no one’s business.”

He didn't want to go further so he brushed it off.

He would get answers from her.

Dinner was over, Peter was doing her bed while she was taking a shower, the hot water running over her body, trying to make the events go away but it didn't work.

She came back to the guest room, her hair still a bit wet but brushed, her big shirt making her shorts (almost) disappear.

Peter blushed a little, asked her if she needed anything, she declined, saying she needed some sleep.

She did get under the covers, but as time passed away she was left unable to sleep, the wheels spinning in her head. And for at least 3 hours.

She heard her phone vibrating, so she took it and saw that she just got a text from her Mom.

“Where are you??”

She looked at the time, it was almost 2 in the morning, and it’s only now she realized her daughter was gone?

Soon her Father sent a text too.

“It’s 2 in the morning, we're worried.”

“Of course you are. I’ve been gone for almost seven hours and it’s only now you realize it.” she thought, she wanted to send it, but she didn't have the strength to do so.

Instead, she turned off her phone, took a rug and went downstairs to go into Peter’s garden.

She wrapped herself in the rug and lied on the sofa outside.

She could see the stars so she stayed like this until Peter saw her, he took a blanket for himself and went outside too.

“Hey.”

“Hi.” She whispered, not leaving her gaze from the stars.

“Felt like sleeping under the stars, tonight?” He asked, lying on the other sofa.

“No. I just can't sleep..”

A little silence filled the atmosphere until Peter decided to speak again.

“Did I tell you that my parents divorced too?”

“I didn't know that, when did that happen?”

“Two years ago. Two summers ago to be exact. He left us and now he’s married, I think, with two kids... it’s like he totally forgot about Owen and me.”

“He cheated on your mother?”

“I don't know the exact circumstances, I didn't and still don't want to know the details but you know… I know what you're feeling. I’ve been there.”

“Except that I'm an only child. I’m the only one. I’m alone.”

“You're not alone. You’ll never-”

“But you know... I’m kinda used to the feeling of being alone. I’ve been lonely all my life, so... I know it too well.” she interrupted him.

“Then try to be less lonely, let people in.”

“I can't.”

“Why not?”

“I just can't.”

“You’ll never be truly happy if you keep going like that.”

“I don't want to be hurt... I’m afraid.” She whispered.

“Pain is essential in life, Y/n, you can't escape it. It helps you to grow. Without it it's… too simple, too easy, too beautiful... it’s a dream then.”

“But I hate it. I hate it so much.”

“I didn't say you had to like it. You never like it. You live with it when you're afraid. When you're tired of being afraid you seek for help. And if you don't it will eat you up.”

She stayed silent, it was true, everything he was saying. He sat up, keeping the blanket around him.

“Let me in,” he whispered softly, but Y/n never answered, she kept her gaze at the stars.

He got in his feet and walked to her, lying next to her on the sofa, their skin touching, she tried not to mind him but it was hard.

“Let me in.” He repeated, keeping his gaze on her face.

She closed her eyes, feeling the tears arriving soon.

“Listen, Y/n, I care about you. More than you can imagine. I know you're afraid, but I don't know why, with me at least, but I can guarantee you I will not hurt you. It is not my intention. My only desire is to help you.”

“You will. Everybody does.”

“No. No. I will never.”

At the ‘never’ she turned her head to look at him, he was sincere, he wanted to help her.

“I’m afraid of disappointing people, of not being enough, of being so clumsy and awkward when I talk to people they’ll think I’m mean, weird..”

“That's why you're always so quiet. Y/n, you will disappoint people in life, it’s just how it is, you can try your best to please everyone else but you’ll be the one disappointed. You can't be perfect for everyone. But you can be you. And that's what matters the most.” he paused, he saw he had her attention now and he was glad she was listening.

“You can be that dork who loves books and comics, who enjoys playing the guitar and singing, who likes cats over dogs, or whatever. Knowing the real you is better than being in front of someone who’s hiding her real personality.”

“Promise me... that you’ll never betray me.”

“I promise.”

And so they spend hours talking, lying next to each other, until they fell asleep, fortunately for them it was Saturday so they didn't have to put an alarm.

When Peter woke up, Y/n was still asleep, sleeping on her side, her hands under her head.

She looked very relaxed and he couldn't help but smile.

Seeing how she was so peaceful he eventually went back to sleep.

They spent time together more and more, Y/n really needed it with her parents that were going to divorce soon, and Peter actually needed some company too, his dad wanted to come back in his life, he was unsure of his intentions.

They usually went to the Corner Café, ordering some fries or pancakes with milkshakes and chatting for hours.

And now, every morning, weekend or not, she would get a little hug, a kiss on the cheek or a little text to start the day.

The day before the divorce she desperately felt like she needed some company, lying in her bed with the moonlight going through her curtains.

Bored as hell she decided to text Peter, he probably was asleep but she needed to talk to him, she needed his company to feel better.

“Hey. Are you awake?”

His reply arrived seconds after.

“Hey, yeah, can't sleep. What about you?”

“Yeah, can't sleep too. Get ready, I’m picking you up in twenty minutes.”

“K, Jason Bourne.” It brought a smile to her lips, the nickname he gave her always made her smile.

Before going to Peter’s she stopped at the Corner Café, opened 24/24h, and asked for chocolate milkshakes to-go and donuts.

With the food, she came back to her car and drove to Peter’s, and he was on his porch, blankets in his arms, waiting for her.

Getting in the car he smelled the donuts in the back seat and his eyes went wide.

As she was driving, he put the blankets in the back seat and took the bag with the donuts, he took a look closer and saw that it was his favorites ones.

He gave a big kiss to her cheek and took a bite of one.

“Where are we going?” He managed to say, the donut stuffed in his mouth.

“To the lake, the spot is wonderful if you want to look at the stars.”

He gave her that cheesy look, he wasn't mocking her, he thought it was really cute and romantic.

“What can I say? I’m a hopeless romantic.”

“And that's really cute,” he whispered and immediately blushed as she was the one giving him a cheesy look.

Arriving she parked the car in the parking lot, they took the blankets and the food then started walking towards the lake.

They found a spot near the water, sat on one blanket and wrapped themselves as well.

It was so peaceful, the odor of the water brought peace to her, a fresh breeze of air making her hair softly move.

Peter’s eyes fell on her, the moonlight was reflecting in her eyes and illuminated her face. She was breathtaking.

“You are beautiful.” He whispered softly, but the second he said it he hoped she hadn't heard it, he was afraid she might not feel the same.

Her cheeks took a crimson color at the compliment, she looked down first then looked up, and their eyes were glued.

He had the eyes of someone who had been waiting for something for a long time.

He had been wanting to kiss her for a long time, but he didn't want to make it seem like he was using her, she was vulnerable, he wanted to let herself decide if she wanted it or not.

Her eyes were glued to his eyes and his lips, it was so tempting, oh so tempting.

But she went for it.

She got on her knees and straddled his lap, the blanket that was once around her shoulders almost fell off, her hands on his cheeks he immediately had an arm around her waist and his hand was around your thigh.

She looked at him again, making sure he was in for it too, and he was devouring her.

She didn't go for the 'slow soft first kiss’, she kissed him fully on the lips, moving her hands to his neck, tugging at the baby hairs.

He brought them closer by tightening his hold around her waist to deepen the kiss even more.

They had to pull away to catch their breath, she was blushing, really hard, Peter had that little smile while he brought his hand up to her face to caress her cheek softly.

“Didn't know you were the type of 'absolutely going for it’ as our first kiss.” he whispered and started to lean in slowly.

“I’ve been wanting to do it for a while now.. and besides.. you're the only one who has that impact on me.” she murmured back, their lips almost touching.

“Wait- what are you saying?” He pulled back a little, his eyes not leaving hers.

He wanted to hear it, the exact words falling from her soft lips.

“I’m..- I love you.”

She tried to scan his eyes, looking for shock, excitement, anything that could lead her to what was going on in that head.

But he was stone cold, impossible to read.

Until that famous scrunch of his made an appearance with the biggest smile on his face.

“I love you too.” He whispered very lowly and went to kiss her again fully on the lips, keeping her close to him, almost gripping at her waist, so desperate to feel her lips against his.

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Pretend

Peter Kavinsky x Reader

Request: Can you do one where the reader does what Lara Jean does in the movie and walks out into the field and agrees to fake date and you can do whatever you want from there :) - @scootie-mccutie

(<3 Thank you for the request! Sorry if this isn’t what you wanted and it took so long)

•Warnings: Few swears here and there, slow-ish burn + (Heavily based on TATBILB scenes)

•Summary: To put a stop to your persistent ex and friends, you make a sudden action which results in becoming Peter Kavinsky’s ‘fake’ girlfriend.

•Word count- 2.4k (finally longer imagines)

// Pretend is finally out, I know ive been teasing this imagine for awhile now. but I hope the wc makes up for it :))//

“C’mon Y/n, what's so bad about boys?” Josh asks while having his arm slung around Lara Jean, Chris walking on your other side.

“What's not? Except for some of their amazingly sculpted bodies.” Chris juts in, nodding your head in agreeance.

“I don't want a boyfriend, That's all.” You say before reaching your locker and opening it.

“But if you are, you know Harry is trying to get you back; speaking of which he’s coming over right now. We’ll see you!” LJ rushingly says before the three of them walk away, your head dropping further into your locker.

The infamous Harry Lewis, your ex; you guys lasted for about 3 months before it turned toxic. Ever since you broke up with him, he has been trying to get back together again. Already knowing he is standing on the other side of your open locker door, you take your sweet ass time wanting him to get the message; which he obviously doesn't.  You sigh knowing you had to close your locker at some point, so after letting out a huff you finally close your locker, and without a doubt Harry was standing there.

“Hey Y/n, looking beautiful as ever.” Harry says with a smirk; obvious eyes scanning down your figure. “Harry.” You said in acknowledgment before turning around and walking away, wanting to get away but knowing he was following right behind you.

“So… I was wondering if you were free, after school. We should go out and you know, eat or something.” You hear Harry say, now almost walking by your side.

“My answer is no and always will be no.” You say loud and clear to Harry, turning your head to see him stop in his tracks. Thinking he stopped because he got the message, you turned back around but before you could register what was in front of you.

“It’s over Peter.” were the last words you heard before crashing into another person.

The impact causing you to stumble a little back, looking up to see the student; only to see Peter Kavinsky. Seeing him this close, you never realized the golden specks in his eyes, wait what were you thinking? This is Peter Kavinsky, Gen’s Peter but also the egotistical, popular jock Peter. Before you could even utter a word, Peter brushed passed you with a soft “Sorry”, before walking down the hallway with everyone's eyes glued to him; as well as yours. Snapping out of it, your mind went back to what you were supposed to do; get away.

So you began walking speedily down the hallway, the opposite direction to where Peter went; little did you know he would become your boyfriend, well fake boyfriend.

A couple days past and Harry still followed you around like a lovesick puppy.

“Why don't you give him another chance?” Josh asks, obviously talking about Harry. You sigh thinking about the millions of reasons not to get back together with Harry before picking one.

“Well when I was with him, we would constantly fight about literally nothing and he got so overprotective, that he hated me hanging out with you guys! That only one out of millions of reasons why.” You answer Josh then going back to eating your lunch.

“Yeah, that's a shitty move.” Chris says breaking the weird atmosphere. “Well, how about we all go out to the diner after school?” LJ suggests, thankfully switching the conversation topic.

“Yeah, I’m down” “Yeah, sounds good” “Only if you'll pay” You answer jokingly before, agreeing to the plan.

The bell rang shortly after the quick discussion of what was happening after school but all the details were sorted. Your last class was P.E (physical education) and well today’s class was track. None of your friends were in this class, making you hate this class even more. After changing into your sports clothes, coach stated just doing laps around; so that's what you did. You tried to pace yourself as best as you can, people passing you and you passing people by but after what seemed like you've been running laps for hours; you stopped in the middle of the track. Placing your hands on your knees and trying to catch your breath, you see Harry walking towards you; waving. Your eyes widened, this kid doesn't stop. You needed to do something to let him know that this is over. So without thinking for any longer, you decided to do something you knew you would regret later. As another student was passing you, you reached out and grabbed the back of their shirt; pulling them to you. Without another moment to pass or to look at who you've just grabbed, you turned them around and planted your lips onto theirs. After a split second, you quickly pulled away and turned to see Harry walking away; you let out a relieved sigh before you realized you had just kissed a random person. You whip your head back around to see the one and only Peter Kavinsky.

“Hi” You squeaked out, as the awkward situation you had just made ran through your head.

“Hi.” Peter responded with an obviously confused face.

“Y/l/n! Kavinsky! Stop your lips running and get those legs running!” Coach yelled out seeing how long we’ve stopped for.

“Sorry Coach! And uh thank you Peter” You responded to coach before thanking Peter, and ran off the track towards the school building.

You couldn't believe you’d just done that, but I mean it did get Harry to go away. You just couldn't wait till after school and just hang out with your friends after this weird situation; you just hoped that was the last time you were involved with Peter Kavinsky, but you were way wrong.  Deciding that you've already skipped out the rest of last period, you went to your locker to grab your bag before heading to the diner; you’ll just wait for them there.

You sat at the back booth quietly sipping at your milkshake, waiting for LJ, Chris and Josh to walk through those doors and make your day better. Checking the time for the hundredth time, you realized they’ll be here very soon as school just ended. Finishing off your milkshake, you turned to see your three friends walking in and towards you.

“I don't want a boyfriend, my ass” Chris mocked as they all sat down.

“I heard you kissed Peter fucking Kavinsky” She continued as she waved for the waitress. The three ordering their food and drinks before turning back to look at you.

“It's not what it sounds like.” You say, their eyes still glued to you.

“Then what is it like Y/n, cause we heard the same thing.” LJ says, before quickly thanking the waitress and sipping her cherry coke.

“Harry was just getting too annoying and-” You started explaining before getting cut off.

“So you kissed another guy, that guy being Peter Kavinsky?” Josh questions.

“Yeah! Yeah… It doesn't sound as good out loud. Look I saw Harry coming and I couldn't take it anymore, so without really thinking, I grabbed the closest person; which so happened to be Peter.” You explained fully before lowering your head on the table, as you realized how bad it actually sounded.

“Well now, everyone at school has heard about it. Harry blabbed and the whole school had been talking about it.” LJ says as you groaned, you just tried to get rid of Harry but now you have a different problem.

“Well speaking of the devil, look who just walked in.” Josh says as you whipped around, to see the one and only Peter Kavinsky walking through the door.

You slid yourself further down, trying to hide even more. “Y/n, you can't hide. He's coming this direction.” Chris says trying to pull you up. You struggled with her before a voice interrupted.

“Uh Hey guys. Can I  borrow Y/n for a little bit?” Peter asks, as you awkwardly look up to see the boy you locked lips with just a couple of hours ago.

“Sure.” “Yeah, sure.” “She would love to go.” All came out from your friends, making you sigh,

You pushed past Chris and got out of the booth, looking at Peter as he walked over to the counter table; you followed along and sat on the stool next to him.

“So, you come here often?” You awkwardly ask, mentally cringing and hating yourself for asking that.

“No, uh went by your house and your sister said you would probably be here.” Peter admits as you look at him with a confused face.

“Look I just wanna be super clear. Okay, I’m flattered; I am bu Gen and I just broke up so.” The boy in front of you continued.

“Peter Kavinsky, I’m not trying to date you. You don't need to worry.” You respond

“Okay well yeah, but your mouth is saying something but then your mouth said something completely different.” Peter says, slightly confusing you.

“What?” You blankly ask, not really looking for an answer. “Okay so, here's the thing. I don't actually like you. I just had to make it look like I liked you so somebody else didn't think I liked them. I have an ex who completely obsessed with getting back together.” You explain trying to get your point across.

“So who’s this ex of yours?” Peter asks, interested

“If I tell you, would this conversation be done?” You fire back, wanting to leave and crawl into bed to hide from reality.

“Yeah.” Peter quickly responds, leaning closer to you.

“It's Harry Lewis.” You answer before grabbing your bag ready to leave.

“Woah, woah, woah, wait hold on.” Peter says, stopping you from leaving. “Harry Lewis is your obsessive ex? Damn, He seems normal in lacrosse.” He continues.

“Yeah well, some things you don't see.” You say back before actually standing up this time.

You walked towards the door before Peter jumped in front of you stopping you once more.

“You aren't going back to your friends?” He asks confused.

“No, I probably should get home” You answer, knowing the three of them would bombard you with questions that you didn't want to deal with right now.

“You walked here?” Peter asks before you give him a quick nod.

Before you could actually think, you had accepted a ride from Peter Kavinsky. The car was filled with the music coming from the radio but not once did we talk.

“Thanks for the ride.” You say as your arrived in front of your home. “And sorry for the whole jumping you thing.” You apologize.

“Could've been worse, right?” Peter says cheekily with a smirk. You smile at the comment before unbuckling your seat belt.

“So you think Harry will stop following you around?” Peter asks before you could open the car door.

“I don't know. Knowing him probably not.” You shrug, giving a small smile at the boy in the driver's seat.

“Well, how are you going to get the message across to him?” He asks.

“It's not your problem Peter.” You say before opening the car door and jumping out, giving Peter another small smile and closing the door.

You began walking to the front of your house and towards your front door when you're stopped once again by Peter.

“Wait, hold on.” He says turning you around. “What if you can get your message across?” Peter asks.

“What?” You ask back. “What if we, you know let him think we’re actually together, just for a little while and not just Harry but everybody.” Peter says confusing you even more.

“Why would you want that?” You ask as the idea processed through your head.

“Well for starters when Gen heard that you kissed me, she went nuts! And if she thinks you and I are a thing then shell what to get back together.” Peter explained.

“Ohh, so you want to use me as your pawn?” You questioned as you realized his benefit  of the proposition.

“Hm. You used me first, you know when you jumped me.” Peter fires back.

Knowing he was right and you had nothing to say, you turned around and continued walking towards your house.

“Look you don't have to give me an answer now, Just think about it okay?” Peter called out.

“Yep, don't hold your breath.” You say back without looking back at him, now unlocking your front door and going inside.

You couldn't believe you were doing this. Looking out the window on the double doors, you see the field where the lacrosse team were training. You took a deep breath before pushing the doors open and walking toward the field. You were going to do this, for your own sake. You continued walking past all the players, your eyes set forward. There was no backing down now.

“Y/n!” You hear the voice of your ex; Harry calls out.

You ignore him and continue walking before stopping a few meters away from the goal and the defender.

“Hey! Kavinsky!” You called out from where you were standing, making him turn around and walking towards you; whilst taking off his helmet.

“What?” Peter says quickly, looking at you confused.

“Let's do this.” You say, not mentioning what you were agreeing to but the both of you knowing what it was anyways.

Peters eyebrows raised before a smirk appeared on his lips, he looked around making sure Harry and the whole team was watching. He smiled before taking a few steps forwards and coming down to your level, swiftly planting his lips onto yours. You kissed him back, placing a hand on his chest. Once you realized what you were doing, you gently pushed him back. Turning around to see the whole lacrosse team looking at the pair of you, Harry glaring at Peter. You turned back around to see a smiling Peter Kavinsky.

“I’m going to trig. Have a nice day.” You awkwardly say before turning around and walking away.

“Carry on!” You called out to the rest of the team. As you were walking off the field, you finally processed what you had just done. Little did you know that this proposition would be the best and worst thing that you had accepted.

Part 2 maybe? :))

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Requests so I’m on spring break and even though I have some homework to do I don’t want to do it.. soooooo if y’all have requests for anything please send them in‼️