#Lara Jean covey x Peter kavinsky

[annacoleman]

TO ALL THE BOYS I'VE LOVED BEFORE (2018) dir. Susan Johnson

[to-all-the-boys]

there is something so hilarious to me about the way peter kavinsky

lets lara jean kiss him completely out of the blue

seeks out her company (see: milkshakes in the diner)

suggests the whole fake dating thing unprompted

goes out of his way for her (see: yakult)

suggests he writers her notes every day and then writes her *actual* notes instead of just pretending/writing something generic

continually finds excuses to keep the scheme going (ski trip)

increases the stakes by involving other people - getting to know her family and introducing her to his own, as well as his friends

goes along with her contract and her various requirements to the scheme, even if they don't particularly serve him (e.g. no kissing rule)

and lara jean still thinks he's completely in love with gen and her crush on him is entirely unrequited. girl????

[wildestdreamcatcher]

Thinking about how Lara Jean walked on the lacrosse field to tell Peter she wanted to fake date him towards the beginning and ending the movie with her walking up to Peter on the same field to tell him how she felt so she could start real dating him.

[winnie-the-monster]

Kitty really out here paralleling her sister at every turn ❤️

[becky5203]

She’s in The Tortured Poets Department

[newtmas-supremxcy]

Charles and edwin are soooo lara and Peter coded (to all the boys I've loved before)

[amyl8se]

THEY'RE SO GIRLFRIENDS

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

[geekgirl531]

When Lara Jean said “I don’t want to be with a boy whose heart belongs to someone else. Just once, I want to be somebody else’s first choice.”

And Peter Kavinsky said “God, you were never second best.”

That’s when I realized what makes Peter Kavinsky fictional is that there is no man on this earth that can match him

[poppletonink]

BOOK REVIEW: To All The Boys I've Loved Before - Jenny Han

★★★★★ - 5 stars

"If love is like a possession, maybe my letters are like my exorcisms. My letters set me free. Or at least they’re supposed to."

Jenny Han's To All The Boys I've Loved Before is a tale of love, heartbreak and the chaotic nature of being a teenager. As Lara Jean Covey, our shy and socially awkward daydreamer, enters her junior year of high school, she combats the chaos that her life becomes when the love letters that she never intended to send reach their recipients. Combining the tropes of fake dating with the law of opposites attract, the relationship Jenny Han weaves between Lara Jean and Peter is astoundingly and unexpectedly adorable. Peter Kavinsky is a sporty, popular boy who is a genuinely kind-hearted person and Lara Jean is a bookish introvert who bakes and lives in a daydream... yet, they work. Mostly because who wouldn't want to be written notes every day by your adorable fake boyfriend and chased down the corridor (in Harry Potter and Marvel costumes obviously) on Halloween? Not only is this book a perfectly adorable romance, but it's a discussion of grief and the detrimental impact that loss can have upon a family. The relationship between the three Covey sisters - Lara Jean, Margot and Kitty respectively - is at the heart of the book and adds to the coming-of-age feel that flows through the pages. Alongside all of her romantic drama, Lara Jean is concerned with trying to set a good example for her younger sister Kitty in the absence of Margot being at university and their mother having passed away. Through the Covey sisters, Jenny Han highlights the importance of family and the ways in which we impact upon those we love dearly even with the smallest, heartfelt things we do. To all of you out there who dream of the perfect romance; of love letters; and fit into the band of socially awkward introverts - this book is for you.

[henrywinterswhore]

as a teenager reading the summer i turned pretty, it's crazy how much i used to relate to belly cause now watching the show as an adult made me realise i have always been more like conrad

[roxiestranger19]

to all the boys i’ve loved before is a 10/10 movie and i will never get tired of it

[ashlakh]

AAAAHHHHHHHKDJDKSMSJJSKSKSM IM MELTING 😭😭😭

Anyone want to be the Peter to my Lara Jean??? 🥺

[to-all-the-boys]

'to all the boys i've loved before' is absolute perfection. i can't believe i'm saying this but oh my gosh i forgot just quite how good it is. my sister just put it on and of course i insisted i rewatch it with her and wow. the colour grading, the direction, the palpable chemistry between the leads, and sweetness and innocent joy that permeates the film...oh that movie is absolutely everything to me. all time banger

[mymessydaydreams]

I am Lara Jean Covey before Peter Kavinsky minus the aesthetic lifestyle

[deafeningdestinyaster]

“Huh. Okay. Let’s just save some stuff, then.”

“Yeah?”

“Sure. We’ll save some stuff for you to do when it’s the real thing and not for show.”

I’m touched. Who knew Peter could be so thoughtful and generous?

“Like, I won’t pay for stuff. I’ll save that for a guy who really likes you.”

My smile fades.

[piesafterdark]

Chapter 3 pt. 1 of my XO, Kitty fic From new york, with love.

“You can’t come in.”

Under the streetlamps, people wandered about, clinging to friends and filling the streets with chatter. Aromas spilled out from restaurants’ doors and windows and into the snow, causing Kitty’s stomach to gurgle. A few doors down, a large group of women hooted and hollered as they stumbled into a bar.

“What do you mean we can’t come in? I just saw a guy on the street walk over and you let him in,” Kitty countered. 

Peter didn’t say anything, he knew her well enough to not interrupt.

“He knows part of the cast,” the bouncer stated. His shirt was stretched tight over his muscled chest but Kitty was not deterred.

“I know part of the cast—Lara-Jean Covey? She’s the assistant writer. We’re bringing refreshments.” Kitty pointed towards the cupholder in Peter’s hands.

“The cast and crew are provided refreshments.” 

“Yeah, that makes sense. But–” Kitty paused, searching for the right words. After a moment she began again. “Listen, I know you have a job, and I understand that, but it's almost Christmas and I haven’t seen my sister in like a year, so if you could please just let me see her for a minute I’d really appreciate that.”

He was lucky that she didn’t barge in through those doors to see her sister. After so much had gone wrong, she deserved something to go right, to have some light at the end of this endless tunnel.

“I can’t let you in. They’re about to start filming.”

“At eight p.m?” she deadpanned. 

“That’s fine, we can wait,” Peter interjected, “we’ll get out of your hair.”

The guy didn’t even have hair. 

The windows on the restaurant’s red brick face were lined with Christmas lights, tinting the glass with swathes of green and red while a Christmas tree inside blocked her view with its festive shimmer. 

Kitty sighed and allowed Peter to guide her away from the threshold. Just as she whipped out her phone to send Lara Jean a barrage of texts, the door opened with a jingle. 

On instinct, her head swiveled, eager to find her opening. If she was quick, she could duck past the bouncer before he had the chance to react. She could worm herself in, sprint across the set and urge Lara Jean to come home before he inevitably caught her. At least she would have tried. She just hoped this escapade would end differently than last time’s, which almost landed her with a criminal record.

Kitty halted before she could even try to move, wondering why it was Min Ho pushing the door open. 

He wore the same Gucci shirt he’d wore when they first met in the airport and held a hand by his head to protect his bangs from the wind. His skin glowed, dewier and clearer than ever, unhindered by stress or by her. She was pummeled—like an eighteen-wheeler slamming into her stomach—by just how much she missed mooching off of his skincare.

The snow crunched as he began to walk away, unbothered by her presence. Maybe he just didn’t see her? Or maybe it wasn’t Min Ho, just someone identical to him with a similar taste in fashion.

She wetted her suddenly chapped lips. “Min Ho?”

He stopped dead in his tracks. His head swiveled towards her and she was greeted with a confused, then shocked face. 

“Kitty?”

It was him. She’d recognize that face anywhere.

With cheeks flushed from the cold and bangs finally free to wave in the wind, he almost looked alluring. Almost. In comparison—with the wind, her bad mood, and the jetlag—she probably looked like a rat who had just drowned in the sewer.

Her hands slid over her sweatpants, suddenly conscious of her outfit. The jacket she wore was thick and shapeless, stolen from Lara Jean’s closet years ago. The shirt underneath was from her school’s drama department and was wrinkled from sleeping on the plane.

He should’ve been in Los Angeles, sprawled on a mountain of gifts while preparing for another semester at KISS. Or traveling across Europe, tasting cheeses and staying in hotels she’d only seen in Instagram pictures. Or at some tropical locale, a girl on each arm, spending little more than a second trying to forget her.  

“Do you two know each other?” the bouncer asked. His eyes flicked between them and his forehead creased with worry.

Min Ho answered “no” as she said “yes.” She glared at him. He glared back before realization flashed in his eyes and his gaze darted away. 

A lifetime ago, he’d told her that he loved her, and the memory still hung between them. But he was Min Ho, who had dated Madison for the only reason anybody dated Madison: long legs. Min Ho, who had always been staunchly anti-Kitty, who only helped her out of obligation, who only talked to her to add fuel to their feud. He was Min Ho. He should’ve been over it by now.

“We have two guests at the front,” the Bouncer said into his walkie-talkie,“knows Dami’s kid. Says she knows a ‘Lauren Jean Covey.’”

“Lara-Jean,” Peter corrected.

Peter. 

Kitty swung around to see Peter flashing the bouncer one of his best smiles. Out of the corner of his eye, he sent her a look that reeked of we’ll talk about this later and just wait until LJ hears about this.

“I’m sorry but I can’t let you in, they’re shooting,” the bouncer said, clipping his walkie-talkie onto his breast pocket. Where he had been brazenly uncaring, he now seemed apologetic.  “They’ll be done in thirty.”

“Thirty?!” Kitty exclaimed, aghast, just as Peter replied with an “okay, we’ll be back by then.”

The purposeful raise of his eyebrows made her sigh in resignation and turn back to her company.

Min Ho stood awkwardly in the corner of her eye, glancing everywhere but her. He tried to arrange himself in a way that communicated confidence, yet he just looked like a block tower shifting under childish hands. Everytime he awkwardly crossed and uncrossed his arms, everytime he examined his nails instead of her, her stomach squeezed. 

“Well,” Min Ho began, putting on an air of arrogance, “as fun as this little reunion has been. I have better places to be. Ta-ta, Kitty and friends.” With his final word, he made eye contact for a single, itchy moment. 

“The shoot ends in thirty minutes, but you're leaving without your mom?” Kitty wondered aloud, slowing her speech. “That’s cold, Min Ho.” She scrunched her eyebrows together for effect.

“She’s a big girl, she can take care of herself.” He crossed his arms and leaned back, sending a rush up her spine. The familiarity was stifling.

Behind her, Kitty heard the crunch of snow and Genevieve’s voice.

“What’s taking so long? Who’s this guy?” Genevieve murmured in Peter’s ear. Ugh.

“A classmate, I think,” Peter responded.

An idea clicked into place. 

“Listen, Min Ho, we’re both waiting for somebody and Peter”—she pointed to Peter— “knows a place with great cupcakes. All I’m saying is that we could wait together. We don’t even need to talk,” Kitty promised. She crossed her fingers in her heart.

Min Ho snorted. 

Snow fell around them, glowing red, yellow, and green from the Christmas lights. Chatter continued to fill the streets as the aroma of dinner wafted out of neighboring restaurants. Min Ho’s cheeks remained pink from the blistering wind, his hair now tousled with a mysterious boyish quality.

 Kitty’s heart pounded all around her: in the rhythm of the falling snow, in the cadence of a stranger’s speech, in the surety that the world would revolve around what to him was a slight, meaningless decision.

“Okay,” Min Ho finally said, still looking unsure.

“Great! Let’s go,” Kitty smiled, reveling in the lightness in her chest. The bouncer sighed in relief behind her.

Kitty just hoped that Peter actually knew a good bakery nearby.