#Noah Centineo imagine

[viscountoflondon]

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.

GIF credits below

“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.

[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.

[little-big-fan]

Aqui encontraram imagines feitos com amor e carinho, estão postados do mais antigo ao mais recente

Zayn Malik

Froy Gutierrez

Harry Styles

Lewis Hamilton

Daniel Ricciardo

Niall Horan

Harry Styles

Sam Claflin

Zayn Malik

Eddie Redmayne

Noah Centineo

Sam Claflin

Pedro Pascal

Tyler Posey

Liam Payne

Niall Horan

Henry Cavill

Chris Evans

Niall Horan

Liam Payne

Eddie Redmayne

Bruno Lima

Johnny Depp

[weclassybouquetfun]

UK actors are having a moment!

-Hero Fiennes Tiffin late of Guy Ritchie's THE MINISTRY OF UNGENTLEMANLY WARFARE

is reporting back to Ritchie for the direct to series order for Amazon Prime's YOUNG SHERLOCK HOLMES.

Will Fiennes Tiffin's Holmes be the young version of Robert Downey Jr's Sherlock Holmes that Ritchie famously directed? By Ritchie's comments, I'm thinking the two are unrelated. "In ‘Young Sherlock’ we’re going to see an exhilarating new version of the detective everyone thinks they know in a way they’ve never imagined before,” said Ritchie. “We’re going to crack open this enigmatic character, find out what makes him tick, and learn how he becomes the genius we all love.”

The Fiennes' family are no stranger to the Holmes universe. Hero's uncle Ralph Fiennes played Moriarty in the 2018 comedy HOLMES & WATSON starring Will Ferrell and John C. Reilly.

-Nicholas Galitzine has a hit Amazon film, hit songs on the chart, he's in FYC campaigns for both Amazon's RED WHITE AND ROYAL BLUE and Starz/Sky Atlantic's MARY & GEORGE and now he can put action hero under his belt. Galitzine has been tapped for the role they have seemingly been unable to give away - He-Man, Master of the Universe!

I know. Shocking.

It has been a hard road getting this property back into the live-action realm. Previously cast was Noah Centineo,

then bewildering Kyle Allen (WEST SIDE STORY, A HAUNTING IN VENICE)

and just slightly less bewildering Galitzine.

Thicc Nick. Get those muscles back up, Prince Adam, the People's Princess.

While the articles I've seen announcing Galitzine's casting say that the plot details are unknown, the film is still being directed by Travis Knight (BUMBLEBEE, KUBO AND THE TWO STRINGS) and when he was announced as director the synopsis was: “10-year-old Prince Adam who crashed to Earth in a spaceship and was separated from his magical Power Sword—the only link to his home on Eternia. After tracking it down almost two decades later, Prince Adam is whisked back across space to defend his home planet against the evil forces of Skeletor. But to defeat such a powerful villain, Prince Adam will first need to uncover the mysteries of his past and become He-Man: the most powerful man in the Universe!”

Until then, you can see Galitzine in Variety's ACTORS ON ACTORS (in support of MARY & GEORGE) where he is paired with Leo Woodall, (ONE DAY) and who will be in the next BRIDGET JONES film, BRIDGET JONES: MAD ABOUT THE BOY.

Galitzine's RED, WHITE AND ROYAL BLUE costar Taylor Zakhar Perez will also be in ACTORS ON ACTORS and is paired with his friend and THE KISSING BOOTH costar Joey King (WE WERE THE LUCKY ONES).

The rest of the lineup

Quinta Brunson (“Abbott Elementary”) & Jennifer Aniston (“The Morning Show”) 

Jodie Foster (“True Detective: Night Country”) & Robert Downey Jr. (“The Sympathizer”) 

Jon Hamm (“Fargo,” “The Morning Show”) & Kristen Wiig (“Palm Royale”) 

Tyler James Williams (“Abbott Elementary”) & Anthony Mackie (“Twisted Metal”) 

Anna Sawai (“Shōgun “) & Tom Hiddleston (“Loki”) 

Brie Larson (“Lessons in Chemistry”) & Andrew Scott (“Ripley”) 

Hannah Einbinder (“Hacks”) & Chloe Fineman (“Saturday Night Live”) 

Elizabeth Debicki (“The Crown”) & Emma Corrin (“A Murder at the End of the World”) 

Chloë Sevigny (“Feud: Capote vs. The Swans”) & Kim Kardashian (“American Horror Story: Delicate”) 

Naomi Watts (“Feud: Capote vs. The Swans”) & Jonathan Bailey (“Fellow Travelers”) 

-As Travis Knight has directed a TRANSFORMERS film, I move on to a TRANSFORMERS alum - Jack Reynor who was in the panned TRANSFORMERS: AGE OF EXTINCTION. Dear Jack has been cast in series two of AppleTV+s CITADEL opposite Priyanka Chopra and Richard Madden.

and another dear Jack, this time Jack "The Lad" O'Connell, who was recently seen in Michael Mann's FERRARI and Sam Taylor Johnson's Amy Winehouse biopic BACK TO BLACK has been cast in the next Ryan Coogler and Michael B. Jordan collaboration (which is said to be a vampire film) and he's been cast in the upcoming 28 DAYS LATER sequel with Cillian Murphy, Jodie Comer, Aaron Taylor Johnson and Ralph Fiennes.

[palmer]

Imagine if we got Noah Centineo being Jacob Elordi rn instead. Pretending he didn’t start in terrible Netflix romcoms and that he’s bisexual.

[helsingsing]

I'm starting to think that celebrity crushes mean more than any other love😂, but you all know that feeling when you see a hot edit of your crush, how your heart beats and your chest tightens when you see them, the reason why I'm starting to think this, is becouse you can imagine practically anything without embarrassing yourself in front of someone in public. while at home in your room you can look at and drool over photos of some gorgeous actor all day long without anyone bothering you, mainly don't take this seriously, take it with exaggeration and as a joke, of course, I believe in true love and maybe even in love first glance, but sometimes this choice is simply better (and I also doubt that you don't go out the other Leonardo DiCaprio, johnny deep, bred pitt, rudy pankow, tom holland, drew starkey, chris-liam hemsworth, timothée chalamet, chaning tatum, ryan gosling, austin butler, glen powell, heath ledger, ben hardy, tom cruise, ryan reynolds, michael b. jordan, harry styles, shawn mendes, chris evans, jacob elordi, jason momoa, pedro pascal, george clooney, dwayne johnson zac efron, orlando bloom , henry cavill, iam somerhalder, andrew garfield, tom hiddleston, david beckham, chad michael murray, jim carrey, tom felton, cole sprouse, dylan o'brian, taylor lautner, justin bieber, nick jonas, robert pattinson, jeremy sumpter, jake gyllenhaal, noah centineo.....) I believe I had to write at least one of your celebrity crushes here, because if not, you're probably broken 😂

me imagining hugging my celebrity crush…

me judging someone after they tell me they don't have celebrity crush

[dr0wning-in-hell]

Imagine Requests

hello to all, I have been trying to get back into my writing for some time now but have been utterly stuck, so if anyone has anyone requests or ideas in mind please send them in!

Here is the latest update of fandoms/characters I write for-

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Kylo Ren

Luke Skywalker

Han Solo

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Ahsoka

Poe Dameron

The Vampire Diaries:

Stefan Salvatore

Damon Salvatore

Jeremey Gilbert

Enzo

Klaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Hope Mikaelson

Landon Kirby

Jed

Ethan Machado

Lizzie Saltzman

Josie Saltzman

Avatar the Last Airbender:

Aang

Katara

Sokka

Toph

Zuko

Jame's Cameron Avatar:

Jake Sully

Nytiri Sully

Netyum Sully

Lo'ak Sully

Spider

Rotxo

Ao'nung

Tonwari

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Eric Lensherr (Magneto)

Charles Xavier (Professor X)

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[georgiapeach30513]

Scott pilgrim has an incredibly niche and dedicated fanbase and they were stoked for an anime series. Edgar Wright also very clearly thinks of this project as his baby (and Brian O’Malley, especially since he was the creator of it all.) I don’t think they were ever going to let it fail. Especially since they waited so long to do this AND the entire original movie cast basically signed on to do it asap.

The CE turned hater whatevers are hilarious to me at times because 25 losers on tumblr who spend 24/7 stalking his flights and soba noodle prices should have realized that a lot of Scott pilgrim fans also enjoy Lucas lee and a lot of ppl were pleasantly surprised he’d turned up to do this again.

I think Chris has a decent fan base in the comic book crowd (primarily for his Steve portrayal but also the random other things he’s done like Scott P, the losers, fantastic four, etc.) he has a whole fanboy fan base too and those guys are likely the ones tuning in to watch his Netflix movies (lol). One of my guy friends is a huge CE fan - he loves him and Ryan Gosling and the guy literally said one of his all time favs was Chris in the perfect score (LOL). He’s like “I’ve always liked him and his cap trilogy is the best in the MCU and he has a great Ass.” This guy is your standard football watching Vegas hopping guy who will watch stuff like the gray man but probably won’t care to follow up on people magazine lol.

Point blank there actually are a lot of men who admire Chris and his assets (LOL) and they tend to be typical dude crowd. Chris has that ability to appeal to nerds, comic book geeks, women, basic betches, teenage girls, and grown ass men. I think that’s a very special thing.

Say what you want about him but I think more people are upset he’s not doing better movies post MCU than whoever he is dating. Which means - if he starts doing more projects that get people excited you will see more people tuning in for him.

Just my two cents.

Oh 100%!! I love that Edgar Wright was true to Brian’s original creation. The cast, script, director, and animators did amazing! Bringing back the original cast was the cherry on top. They jived really well and it shows.

Those “fans” are seriously just whatever. This is the last ask I’m going to do on the subject. Ignore the trolls. If you give a mouse a cookie! Anyways, Scott Pilgrim has a solid fan base so it was always going to do well.

Ghosted wasn’t great by any stretch of the imagination. I enjoyed it and watched it more than once. But I will say it didn’t crack my top 10 of his projects. He did well. The script sucked. But I also think the role should have went to someone much younger. I don’t know, is Jaeden Martell or Finn Wolfhard too young? Maybe Jacob Elordi or that other kid, Noah Centineo? It wasn’t believable as a “38” year old man personably.

Chris has a wide fan base that expands past women. I promise you. My dad has became a fan 😂 I love when he tells me about one of his movies and says, you would like it and I’m just like, uh huh. Yeah. He did say he wants to watch him be a detective and wants him in a western. So random. That man has watched many of his movies and not by my influence.

Chris has a universal appeal. And I think a lot of his fans want more from him. So many of us will support all of his projects, but don’t dumb us down. Give us good projects to work with. But we can’t deny that there are fans, like myself, who are a fan of him as well. No, I didn’t ever buy into this Prince Charming that Disney sold us, but I also can’t say I haven’t been disappointed in the past year. Am I “mad” at him? Nope. Just want more and better for him.

[ouatnextgen]

Character Profile: Roland

(Updated his fancast)

Name: Roland Locksley Hood

Other names: RoRo (by his friends)

Boss (by the Merry Men)

Hoodie (by his friends, to annoy him)

Age: Twenty-four

Height: 6’2

Hair: Black

Eyes: Brown

Gender: Cis Male (he/him)

Face Claim: Raphael Alejandro (young)

Noah Centineo (older)

Sexual Orientation: Aromantic Bisexual

Species: Human

Father: Robin Hood

Mother: Marian May

Adoptive Father: John Little

Sibling(s): Henry Mills (step-brother)

Robyn Hood (paternal half-sibling)

Other Family: Regina Mills (step-mother)

Zelena West (step-aunt)

Occupation: Baker (Storybrooke) leader of the Merry Men (EF)

Home: Sherwood Forest (born), Storybrooke (when he turned sixteen)

Favorite Color: Burgundy

Songs: The Nights- Avicii || Don’t You Worry Child- Swedish House Mafia || Wrecked- Imagine Dragons

Powers and abilities: Archery, swordsmanship

Weapons: His father’s bow and quiver, many daggers, a crossbow

Likes: Nobody

Birthday: February 1st, 2007

Zodiac: Aquarius (Generous, trustworthy, independent, logical, detached, indifferent, rebellious)

Personality Type: ESTJ (Extraverted, Observant, Thinking, and Judging) 

Roland possesses great fortitude, emphatically following his own sensible judgment. He often serves as a stabilizing force among others, able to offer solid direction amid adversity.

Description: Roland means “famous hero” in German. He has his mother’s black curly hair, brown eyes, and his father’s facial structure and nose.

[joe-moi]

https://www.tumblr.com/joe-moi/737990937348882432/gonna-need-jk-to-cover-the-crazy-frog-song

no lie, i thought this said noah centineo and my heart dropped bc i started imagining jk recreating the iconic noah “so are you gonna show me how you squirt or what?” video and i almost ended it🫡

nooooo is that the leaked video

[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.

[jamminvroomvroom]

same anon, I also had a dream once that Carlos asked me if I was going to meet him in the ? Garage ?? (And imagine this asked in the same tone as that noah centineo squirt question) bc he wanted to hook up AS HE WAS TEXTING HIS GF

and I had to once again be like what is wrong with you AND WOKE UP

bonus point: he looked like that one old photo floating around where he’s in that hat and sunglasses and tank top 💀💀💀

not the noah centineo video PLS 💀

no but i’m so proud of you for not allowing yourselves to dream cheat 🫡🫡🫡

[honestdreams]

Long Day | Peter Kavinsky

request: hi! can you please do an imagine for peter kavinsky where he’s had a long day and falls asleep on you thanks

hope you enjoy this and let me know if you want more

words: 551

warning(s): none

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peter was having a long day, he woke up early to help his mom out with his little brother, spent the day in elongated classes, than hours in lacrosse training. he was clearly tired but he continued to drive past his own house, not even sparing it a glance, instead continue to head to the house with the blue roof and an open window.

she sat at her desk, hair up, music in her ears, and books all over her desk. exam season was coming and she was never good at those, so unlike herself she took initiative and attempted to get ahead of her studies, but at this moment she was just frustrated. she distractedly picked up her phone to look at the time, and noted peter was done with practice. 

he hadn’t texted her yet but she didn’t stress, trusting her boyfriend wholeheartedly, he was probably taking a shower or simply resting. he was going through a hard time right now so she didn’t blame him for taking a moment to himself. she just hoped he was okay.

//

peter let himself into the (y/l/n) residence, with the key given to him by y/n’s parent(s) for christmas, it made sense as he spent a lot of time there anyway, so might as well give him a key. they trusted their daughter to pick a man with good intentions and thankfully peter was that man. 

he wandered through the house with his bag strewn over his shoulder carelessly, he was still in his dirty uniform too. he walked into her room and rested a hand on her shoulder, though she had yet to notice him. he watched as y/n almost jumped out of her skin, squealing but then relaxed seeing her boyfriend behind her.

“bloody hell you scared the shit out of me,” he chuckled and kissed the top of her head before putting his bag down at the end of her bed, “a little warning next time would be great” she pouted.

“sorry princess, i just wanted you, didn’t stop to think i guess” he sighed in exhaustion.

she frowned in concern and opened her arms to her giant of a boyfriend and he quickly fell on his knees and into her embrace. her fingers instantly found their way home into his hair, rubbing his scalp affectionately and gently shushed him reassuringly.

“shh my love, everything it’s going to be okay.” she whispered.

the pair sat quietly listening to the other breathe, purely living in the moment and in each other’s presence. she pulled him from the bad and into a peaceful place, even if it was for a moment, it meant the world to peter that she cared so much. 

she made it explicitly clear that she loved him with every part of her being, and it was clear to anyone that he shared that love, battled it even but no matter the question of who loved the other more, it mattered more that they love each other purely and sincerely.

he quickly fell asleep in her arms, even in such an uncomfortable position, she tried to coax him to move but he refused. she sighed in defeat and let him rest in her lap, keeping one tangled in his hair while the other continued to take notes.

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thank you reading everyone and for the love that ive been getting for my peter fics since the third tatbilb came out, ive actually been trying to write something for ages and as short it is i thought someone might enjoy it no matter how shitty it was :) 

i honestly dont think i have long stories in me anymore so im sorry if im letting anyone down but i hope you appreciate my old works and maybe the new ones. 

im still going to come out with new ones if i can though so be patient with me ♡

[writings-n-stuff]

Movie Night (Noah Centineo x reader)

Pairing: Noah Centineo x Reader

Word Count: 1,216

Summary: When the reader’s new friend Noah comes over for their weekly movie night, the evening turns soft as feelings are admitted.

Content Warning: None! A bit of fluff maybe?

Your new friend Noah was over your apartment for the third time in three weeks for movie night, and things felt so incredibly tense. 

For weeks you’ve had a secret crush on Noah--really, since you first met a couple months ago. There was just something about his easygoing personality, or the way he looked at you while you talked about things that actually matter, or his slight nervousness whenever you were together, that really made you think about him constantly. He was goofy and shy, and he seemed to always want to scoot closer to you. His smile and his body heat made you lightheaded, and you prayed you wouldn’t trip over your words every time he asked you a question.

This week, he brought snacks and suggested the both of you watch a show he’d just discovered. He made you laugh when he busied himself in your kitchen, taking out cups and preparing a little buffet of snacks on a serving tray. He’d memorized your cupboards remarkably fast, and he found all he was looking for in seconds. Noticing your figure in the corner of his eye, he paused for a moment and looked up at you. A silly smile on his face, Noah easily shrugged and mentioned that he hated getting up in the middle of watching things.

His bewildered expression made your stomach flip and blood rush to your cheeks. You laughed in return, and went to your computer to find the show he wanted to watch.

You found it on one of your streaming services as Noah came back and set his haul on the table next to your laptop. He settled on the couch close to you, knees almost touching. The both of you usually sat almost at opposite ends of the couch--the closeness was refreshing and gave you that giggly feeling. You smiled at him generously, and he smiled earnestly back. Wow, he was so sweet, you could barely believe it. 

The both of you focused on your show as you pressed play.

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You were afraid to meet his eyes. They were too clear, too easy a mix of bright brown and sunlight and some other tone. He was funny, funny in the way that a slightly nerdy kid is. But, you still found yourself refusing to meet his eyes because he looked at you so intensely.

Noah seemed to want to look at you, and that made you nervous. 

You were watching some comedy and had been watching for a bit too long. Your arms had settled next to each other an episode ago, his body warm against yours. He was sweet, respectful, and thoughtful in a way that you hadn’t even realized you had wanted to see. You got each others’ jokes. He successfully shifted between serious discussion and lighthearted banter and balanced both extremely well. And he didn’t move away when you had moved your leg to rest next to his.

You were busy watching the show, eyes trained on the screen and thinking fast about him: were you coming off too casually? Did he want to do anything more than this? When was an adequate time to ask to kiss? The questions bubbled around in your mind, punctuated by occasional glances at his relaxed legs, his hand resting comfortably on his knee. Was that a question, an ask, to hold your hand? You were so unsure.

As the final scenes of the show played out, you let out some type of sigh and let yourself relax against the back of the couch. Mirroring your movements, Noah did the same; his exhale felt like a whisper, and you found yourself almost leaning towards him to listen.

A comfortable silence settled between you, and it felt too nice to not feel something deep in your gut. A part of you screamed to tell him how you felt, to let his smile warm your cheeks and push you into telling your deepest truth. You turned to him, prepared to let the words fall out-

“I think you’re really sweet,” he said suddenly. He leveled his eyes with yours and oh, the way they shimmered in the light. Your legs felt tingly, your heart softened--his thoughtful gaze made your insides melt. His arm moved to rest against yours as he sheepishly said, “I think your eyes are really pretty.” 

Oh god, oh god, oh god. His voice sounded like honey, and you tasted the sweetness on your tongue. “I think your eyes are really pretty, too,” you said so softly, glad that you didn’t trip over your words.

He inched his hand towards yours, a hint of anxiety in the way his fingertips lightly drummed against his knee. You could feel the vibrations on your own leg. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot, and I’m really glad we’re hanging out.”

This felt like a dream. You’ve daydreamt about this moment more times than you could count. “Yeah?” You inched your own hand closer to his, the warmth of his body radiating against yours. The room didn’t feel warm, but definitely much more comfortable than just a few moments ago.

He nodded, visibly letting out another breath. “I really like being your friend, and I think you’re so talented and funny and smart. You make me laugh--you make me happy.” He lightly rubbed his hands on his pants, trying to play it off as much as possible. Your heart was surging, already knowing where he was going. “I don’t want this to ruin our friendship, but I just wanted to ask: may I take you out on a date sometime?”

It was finally here, you wouldn’t fuck it up. You were hoping for this moment for so long, and it actually was happening. Tears prickling at your eyes, you couldn’t speak for a moment. Oh god, this was it. 

He noticed your eyes watering, and seemed only more worried. He raised his hands, an offering, to you: “It’s okay if you don’t want to-”

“Yes,” you said quickly, barely louder than a whisper. “Yes, so much,” you said a bit louder. Every fiber of your being was soaring, floating up and up and up. 

His breath caught, a slow smile gracing his face. “Yeah?” He echoed, putting his hands down, fingertips brushing your leg. “Really? You want to?”

You nodded reassuringly. “Yes,” you said, wiping quickly at your eye. You laughed a little. “I thought you’d never ask.” You took his hand softly, squeezed it a little and let out a burst of your excitement.

Noah laughed too, leaned towards you. “May I kiss your cheek?” He asked, voice dropping half an octave. Your stomach tingled as you nodded, and he wasted no time in delivering a confident first kiss to your cheek. Already warm, you felt yourself blush under his soft lips. You smelled the faint scent of honey as he pulled away, face much closer than before. “I’ve been wanting to ask you for so long.”

You pressed your forehead to his and felt a tingling right on your third eye. You’d been waiting for so long, and it felt right for this to happen. Your dreams were coming true. “Me, too,” you whispered, lips centimeters from his, and kissed his cheek in return. 

[larajeanscloset]

peter and I are having a painting day!!

[sweet-pea-channie]

Breaking walls - Peter Kavinsky Imagine

Author: @sweet-pea-channie​​

Pairings: Peter Kavinsky x Reader

Words: 9k+

Warnings: shouting, fighting, mentions of death, swearing, angst 

Requested by anon: Could you write something with Peter Kavinsky where the reader is really reluctant to date because all her previous BFs have been assholes or cheated on her, but Peter falls head over heals for her sass and sarcasm and decides to show her how good men can actually be? 

A/N: Hey guys, so here’s another Peter Kavinsky imagine for you! I’m not quite as satisfied as I should be. I had to delete most of it because it didn’t feel right to me and I had to rewrite it again and again and again. I’m still not that happy with the result but it’s something. 

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And again you hit the tire of your car with your left foot, groaning as another wave of pain shot through it. “Damn it!” You slid down the passenger door, your bum hitting the cold concrete before you pulled your knees against your chest and wrapped your arms around them.

You placed your head on top of your knees as a tear rolled down your cheek, but you wiped it away immediately. No one could see you crying  out there, no one had ever seen you crying before. “This is all your fault,” you mumbled, looking at the bright stars above you. “If you would’ve just stayed at home.” As minutes passed by, you slowly stood up and took your belongings that you dropped besides you. You unlocked your car and hopped in, closing the door as fast as possible before you locked the doors. It wasn’t safe for a young girl like you to be out in the dark by herself late at night. 

You gripped the steering wheel tight, your knuckles turned white and screamed one more time, hitting your forehead against it. The horn of your car chimed and you raised your head back up, only seeing a shadow standing right next to your car. 

“Hey,” a voice said before someone tapped on your window. “Are you okay?”

“What do you want, Kavinsky?” you asked without looking at him. 

“I saw you sitting there on the ground and… can you please open the window? I feel stupid talking to you through that window,” he sighed and waited for you to open the window in the passenger’s side. 

You pressed your lips together to a thin line, trying to find the perfect answer why you didn’t want to talk to him right now. “It’s late, Peter, and I just want to go home, okay?”

“Where’s that douche you call your boyfriend? Can’t he drive you home? You look like a mess and you probably shouldn’t be driving anymore,” he said and looked around, trying to find the one guy he was looking for. 

“He’s probably still inside… and he’s not my boyfriend. Well, not anymore. So could you just leave me alone? I want to go home,” you replied and started the engine. 

“Did you two fight? Is that why you were hitting that tire the whole time?”

“Were you watching me? You’re such a creep,” you said and out the car in drive, ready to drive away and get the hell out of here. “Isn’t there a bullet somewhere you could be jumping in front of? I don’t even know why you’re talking to me. So leave me alone, get back inside to your friends and have fun, alright?”

Before Peter could say something else, you drove away and left him standing in the middle of the road. You saw him standing there through your rearview and watched him as he raised his hands, dropping them on his sides while you drove further away. You exhaled sharply, trying hard to focus on the road. You couldn’t let this getting in your head. You were mad, extremely mad, but you had to focus, or else, someone would find your car driven off the road on the next morning. 

You parked your car in your driveway, next to the dark green pick up that belonged to your mother’s lover and trotted to your front door, ready to be yelled at again. 

Slowly opening the front door, you could hear them chattering in the living room, having the time of their lives. You groaned and threw your keys in the bowl next to the door, a loud noise was heard through the entire hall. 

“Could you do this any louder?!” you heard him yelling through the living room. 

“Could you care any less?!” you shouted back and walked straight to the stairs, running up the first steps before you heard him again. “Won’t you say hi to your Mom and me? That’s a bit  uncivil you know?”

“Hi Mom!” you shouted and gave her a smile as she waved back at you. “Could you tell Jeff that he doesn’t have the right to say anything to me or in this house at all!” “Y/N…,” your Mom sighed, but you ignored it and ran up the stairs, knocking on the first door to your left. 

“Hey, are you still up?” you asked as you opened the door a little bit and stuck your head through, looking at the young boy. 

“I can’t sleep,” he said and turned his back around so he was facing you now.  “Can I come in?” you questioned and waited until he nodded. You closed the door behind you and got rid of your shoes and bag, crawling under the covers with your little brother. 

“Where have you been?” he asked you all snuggled up in his bedsheets. 

You smiled at your little brother and played with his hair, it was getting longer now and you knew that you had to cut it soon. “I was at Liza’s. She decided throw a little get together.”

“You mean a party?” he corrected you with a mischievous grin on his face. 

“Yes, a party. I think, I have to cut your hair soon. What do you think?”

“I think you’re trying to change the conversation, but not with me,” he giggled as his eyes were glowing. 

“You know me too well, Leo,” you sighed.

“When can I go with you? I mean to a party?” he asked you with pleading eyes. He knew that giving you the puppy eyes worked wonders. You couldn’t say no to your brother when he gave you the puppy eyes. 

“Leo! You just got into Middle School. You have to wait a few more years, and until then you can go to your own kind of parties. And I bet, once you’re old enough to party, you will not go to a party with your annoying older sister,” you replied and bopped his nose with your finger. 

“You’re not annoying, Y/N. You’re something else. But I can tell you now, you will never be the older annoying sister. You’ll probably be the cool and badass older sister everyone wants. And then I can brag and say that you are my badass sister,” he laughed and hid under the covers, thanks to his reddening cheeks. 

“Awww, Leo. You’ve never said something like that before. You’re the best,” you replied and attacked him with kisses and hugs. Of course, he was trying to push you away but you were stronger than him. 

“Hey, why aren’t you two sleeping yet?” your Mom asked as she opened the door. 

“Just wanted to say good night to Leo,” you smiled and got up, taking your shoes and your purse. “Good night, Leo. Good night, Mom,” you said and placed a kiss on her cheek before you squeezed past her and got to your own room. 

You threw your phone on your bed and grabbed a new shirt to sleep in, when your phone lit up. You grabbed it and saw that someone wrote you a message on Instagram. You opened the app and groaned once you saw the name p_kavinsky. 

“Hey, just wanted to check in. Did you get back home safe?”

You groaned and tossed your phone back on your bed. No, you wouldn’t answer him, he was just pathetic. What you didn’t know is that Peter had been watching you for quite a while now. No one really paid attention to you in school, but somehow, Peter knew that there was something special about you. 

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“Hey, Y/N! Hold on!” someone shouted as you closed your locker and walked to the next class. You turned around and faced the young teenager with the brown locks on his forehead. “You never answered me.”

“There was nothing to answer,” you said cold and ignored him while he was walking right next to you. 

“I just wanted to know if you got home safely. A simple yes or no would’ve been enough, you know.”

“Since when do you care?” you asked him and stopped mid tracks, giving him a questioning look. 

“I saw how sad you were, sad and angry. And I know that you wanted to release that kind of anger you felt.”

“Oh, so you know me, huh?” you asked him with a hint of sarcasm, something that you were familiar with. “Tell me, when’s my birthday?”

As Peter didn’t reply, you laughed, knowing that you won this conversation.

“See, all that comes out of your mouth is bla bla bla. God, why are you guys all the same?!” you asked, mumbling the last part mostly to yourself. 

“What?”

“Just forget it,” you sighed and turned around, walking the other way as you were once heading to. 

“Hey! This is the wrong way! Econ is this way!” Peter shouted after you but you just flashed him over your shoulder and took the longer way. Peter frowned and furrowed his brows. He knew that it was all a wall that you had build up. There was no possible way for someone to be that callous. 

And he was right. You wouldn’t trust people so easily. Trusting people before they let you down, you’ve been through that a hundred times. And you had enough, so you built up a wall to protect yourself from the outside. You pretended to be someone you were not, once you’ve got to High School. It attracted some people, thinking that you were the badass girl who’d always say whatever she thought, doing whatever she wanted to do. And that’s why you were dating mostly douche bags. You attracted them and they fooled you. Once they got to know the real you, they let you down. 

At the end of the school day, you were sitting in your English class in the last row as usual and paid zero attention to what was happening. You were drawing as always. Your notebook was full of drawings instead of notes and that’s why you had to study most of the time at home. 

“Nice drawings,” you heard him saying next to you. You looked up at him and dropped your pencil, leaning your head on your hands. 

“Why are you here?”

“Didn’t you pay attention? Ms. Ward put us together for the assignment,” he told you and grabbed a chair, sitting down in front of you. But what you didn’t know is that Ms. Ward never put you together with Peter. Everyone could team up with whomever they wanted to. And to Peter’s luck, he saw that you were totally distracted, so he took the chance. 

“Oh, okay,” you mumbled and put on a fake smile. “So what’s the assignment about?”

“We can decide, it’s on the board. We either create a class magazine or we create a school brochure about our dream school. But seeing that you’re so talented in drawing, I guess we pick the magazine”

“Okay guys, I hope that you all decided what you’re working on. This project is due in two weeks today, so don’t dawdle,” Ms. Ward reminded you before she ended the class. 

You grabbed your stuff and put it in your backpack, walking out of class immediately but Peter stopped you as he pulled you back. “Hey wait! We should, um, why don’t you give me your number so I can tell you when to meet? For our project I mean.”

“Tomorrow, 5pm, your house,” you said and walked away. Peter watched you while you left the school halls. He sighed and pulled at the strings of his backpack before he turned around and got to the boys locker room for lacrosse practice. 

The next day, you knocked on the front door of the Kavinsky household. You waited for a bit until someone opened the door and looked through the gap.

“Who are you?” the little man asked. 

“Hi, I’m Y/N. I’m looking for Peter, is he home?” you asked and bend down to be on his height. The little boy nodded and opened the door for you before he turned around and shouted for Peter. “There’s a Y/N here for you!”

“I’m coming!”, Peter shouted from upstairs and ran down the stairs, skipping every second step. “Hey,” he said out of breath once he stood in front of you. 

“Hey,” you replied awkwardly. 

“I see that you met my little brother, Owen,” he smiled and patted on his little brother’s shoulders. “My Mom’s not home yet, so we’re stuck with him, but he’ll be in his room the whole time. Right, Owen?” he asked him and pushed him up the stairs. 

“Whatever,” you mumbled and looked around the big open living room. “Where should I put my bag?”

“Oh, we’re staying in the living room. My room’s a mess,” he laughed and rubbed the back of his head, leading you to the couch. You dropped your bag on the ground in front of you and sat at the very far end of the couch. 

“Do you want something to drink?” he asked you before he sat down as well. You nodded and asked for simple tab water. He smiled at you and got to the kitchen, filling a carafe full of water. 

“Alright, do have something in mind for the magazine?” he asked you, taking a sip from his water glass. 

“Well, correct me if I’m wrong. Ms. Ward got us five themes that we could choose from, right?” you asked and he nodded. “So why don’t we take fashion? But, I’d like to change it a little bit. How does “Why fashion changes the way teenager’s think” sound to you?”

“Tell me more,” he said and put his feet up, sitting with his legs crossed on the couch. 

By the end of the day, you had a concept. Luckily for Peter, you had drawn and sketched everything down. He was fascinated by your talent; the way your pencil danced across the sheet and how every line you draw was perfectly set. He stared at your face while you were focused; your lips were pressed together or you bit on them. And to be honest, he thought that the sketch was perfect enough to send it to Ms. Ward. But you had other ideas. You wanted to turn that sketch into a real magazine, with pictures of models and real paragraphs.

“Are you free this Friday? Or are you busy going to another house party?” you asked him as you backed your stuff. 

“No, I’m free, but we have to do it at yours. My Mom’s inviting her friends over and they get so annoying when they drink too much wine,” he groaned. 

“We can’t do it at my place,” you said immediately while every color was cut from your face. 

“Why not?”

“Well… uhm, it’s just that… There’s this guy my Mom’s dating and… and he’s a total moron,” you mumbled into your sweater. 

“I don’t care about him. We can stay in your room and ignore him, okay?”

He gave you the exact same puppy eyes that your brother was giving you all the time and it was hard saying no, so you ended up saying yes. “Alright, can you come over after school?”

“After school it is.”

Turning the time forward to Friday afternoon, you were on your way home, followed by Peter’s car. You were nervous as hell, hoping that Jeff wouldn’t be home by now. But unluckily, you saw his car standing in the driveway. With your shaking hands, you opened the front door and waited for Peter to walk up your driveway. “I have to warn you, he’s home and he’s not the nicest person on earth.”

Peter nodded and gave you a reassuring smile, putting his hands on your shoulders as you walked in. To be honest, if you weren’t so scared, you would’ve slapped them away. You took off your shoes and put your finger on your mouth, showing Peter that he had to be quiet while you tip-toed to the stairs but the first step left a loud crack, and immediately, you heard him shouting.

“Y/N? Is that you?”

“Yeah!” you shouted back and saw him coming to the entrance. 

“Listen, your Mom will be gone for a few more hours, she has to work a double shift at the hospital, so it’s your turn to make dinner,” he told you, looking sternly straight into your eyes before they moved to Peter who was standing right next to you. 

“Who’s he?”

“I’m Peter,” he said and held his hand out for Jeff to shake, but he ignored it. 

“I am asking Y/N, not you.”

“Jeff!” you warned him. “You can’t talk to my friends like this!”

“Oh, you’re just friends? Really? You’re bringing home all those guys, saying they’re friends and then what? All they do is leave.”

“So what? You never really cared who entered this house!” you spat back at him. 

“Of course, it’s me who works his ass off so you two little nuisances can live freely in this house!”

“Little nuisances? You know what? You can go fuck yourself!” you bickered and grabbed Peter’s hand, dragging him up the stairs with you. 

“The door on the left is my room. I’m going to say hello to my brother real quick,” you told him and knocked on your brother’s door. When you heard no answer, you opened the door and waited for him to yell at you, saying that you had to wait until he told you to come in, but he wasn’t in his room. It was empty, your Mom was supposed to pick him up from school. 

Blood was boiling inside your body. You were sure that your Mom told Jeff to pick him up, but knowing him, he didn’t care at all. So you rushed out of his room, dropped your backpack right next to Peter and rushed down the stairs, shouting for Jeff. 

“Jeff! I swear to god! If you forgot to pick up Leo, I’m going to castrate you right here!”

Peter didn’t realize what was going on as you ran past him, he just grabbed your bag from the ground and waited for you to come back up, but once he heard your shouting, he knew that something was terribly wrong. 

“JEFF!”

“What?!”

“Where’s Leo?!” you shouted at him from the bottom of the stairs. 

“Probably still in school.”

“School ended two hours ago for Leo, for god damn sake! Mom should’ve picked him up! And I know for sure, that she told you to pick him up instead! I know that she would never forget her kids like you would!” The veins on your neck were clearly visible from shouting on top of your lungs. 

Peter put the bags down and slowly walked down the stairs, standing right next to you in case something bad would happen to you. He just knew that things would escalate quickly. 

You didn’t want him standing there next to you. Hell, that’s the reason why you didn’t want him over at your house in the first place. But you ignored him. Leo was more important right now. 

“He’s old enough to get home by himself,” Jeff just said and turned his back to you, facing the TV.

“He’s fucking eleven years old, Jeff! Damn it!” you yelled and walked back to the front door, putting your shoes on before you grabbed your car keys. 

“Hey, Y/N, wait!” Peter said as he followed you. “You shouldn’t be driving right now. You’re mad, I know. But let me drive you, okay?”

If looks could kill, then Peter knew that he’d be burned to death by yours. But you weren’t mad at him, you were mad at Jeff once again. And you were mad, that Peter had to see and hear it all.  

“I just have to get my car keys,” he mumbled, staring into your angry looking face. You were slowly catching your breathing when you nodded at the brunette. He forced a smile and ran back up the stairs to get his bag before he came back down and put his shoes on. 

“Come on, let’s get your little brother.”

The car ride was quiet. You were still trying to calm down. Every fucking time, Jeff had to do something like that. No wonder, you couldn’t bare with him. But your mom wouldn’t understand. She had the love googles on and couldn’t get them off. 

“I’m sorry you had to see this all,” you said, breaking the silence. 

Peter smiled at you and shrugged. “It’s okay. I used to hear it all the time, I mean the fighting. My Mom and Dad used to fight a lot.”

“So they don’t fight anymore?”

“No, he left us three summers ago,” he replied. 

“Oh,” you muttered and stared back out the window. “Sorry to hear that.”

“My Dad died five years ago,” you told him after a few minutes of silence. “He went to the grocery store to get my Mom her favorite ice scream after they fought about something stupid, but he never came back. Police officers found his car, on the side of the road. He was still sitting inside but his heart stopped beating. We still don’t know why he drove off the road.”

“I’m sorry,” Peter apologized and stopped at a red light. “You know, this is the first time that you open up to me.”

“Yeah, well, don’t get used to it,” you replied and told him to drive as the light turned green. 

“But you called me your friend back at your house.”

You groaned and rolled your eyes at him without him seeing it. “That was just to tell Jeff off. It doesn’t mean anything.” 

While Peter parked the car, you hopped out and ran to Leo’s school, hopping up the stairs. Peter was hot on your trails, following you to the counselor office where Leo had always waited to be picked up. As you rounded the corner, you saw someone locking up the counselor office but no Leo in sight, so you walked up to her and asked her. “I’m sorry, but my um stepfather forgot to pick up my brother. He usually waits here.”

“Oh, are you Leo’s sister? He left like fifteen minutes ago,” she replied with a smile on her face. “Maybe someone else picked him up.”

Your face went blank and your mouth wide opened as you stared at the woman in front of you. “Shit,” you mumbled and turned back around almost bumping into Peter. You grabbed his hand and ran back out to his car. “Shit, shit, shit!”

“Hey, Y/N. Calm down! He’s probably on his way home,” he said calmly as he held your shoulders.

“But how? On foot? It would take hours for him to get home and he doesn’t even know where to go!” you shouted at him and pushed him away. “God damn it!” 

Your hands moved to your head and your fingers were tangled in your hair before you pulled at them. Your eyes were getting watery as you imagined the worst and a tears streamed down your face, but you wiped it away before Peter could see it. But he did see it, and he saw the next tears as well. His heart was telling him that he should hug you and give you comfort, but his mind told him that you would just push him away again. He listened to his heart and grabbed your arms, pulling you against his body until he wrapped his long arms around your body. 

You just stood there with your hands on your side in his arms, but Peter didn’t let go. “It’s okay, we’re going to find him.”

Finally, you hugged him back, wrapping your arms around his mid-section. You nodded and buried your face deeper into his sweater, leaving wet stains on it. “I promise you, we are going to find him. Even if it takes the whole day.”

You slowly pulled away and wiped all the tears away. Your eyes were bloodshot. Peter knew that deep inside, your walls began to crack. You were slowly letting him in. He knew that you never cried in front of people, it was a sign of weakness, and no once should know that you were weak. He gingerly brushed the tears that were still streaming down your face away with the pads of his thumb. No one had ever done that for you. No one stuck around when you cried. This was a big first for you.

“Come on, let’s get in the car. We’ll drive every possible way to your home, okay?”

“Okay,” you whispered and got into the passenger seat as Peter held the door open for you. You realized that he was so kind to you like no else had ever been. 

“I have to call my Mom,” you said as he started the car and took another road to your neighbor hood. “But I forgot my phone at home. It’s still in my bag.”

“It’s okay, take mine.”

You grabbed his phone and dialed your mother’s number by heart. It was ringing, one, two, three times while you were nibbling on your lower lip. Your mother didn’t pick up, so you ended the call but decided to call her again. And this time she picked up on the first ring. 

“Mom!” you exclaimed. 

“Hey, Y/N. What’s wrong, you sound sad.”

“It’s Leo! Jeff.. he… he forgot to pick him up and now he’s gone. He’s not in school. They said he left and I can’t find him.”

“For Christ’s sake,” you heard your mother cursing. “Where are you now?” “I’m with Peter from school. We’re driving down different roads, trying to find him.”

“Okay, please keep in touch with me, I can’t leave this shift right now but I can leave in thirty minutes and then I can help you, okay?”

“What if something happens to him?” you asked her. 

Peter felt so bad for you. Your voice was barely above a whisper and it held so much anxiety. Automatically, he reached for your free hand and held it, squeezing it carefully. “Don’t worry so much, we will find him in time before it gets dark,” he said and glanced at you before his concentration was back on the road. 

“Listen to you friend, Y/N. Being afraid won’t help you right now. Call me, okay?”

“I will do,” you mumbled and ended the call, putting the phone down in your lap. 

“Hey,” Peter said and caught your attention. “We’re in this together, okay? He might not be my little brother but I’m a big sibling as well and I know how you must be feeling.”

“Thank you, Peter.”

You were driving around the neighborhood for ten minutes now and there was still no sight of Leo. Peter’s fingers were tapping on the steeling wheel of his jeep nervously while you were looking left and right for your brother. 

“Where would I go,” Peter mumbled. You didn’t quite catch what he said so you asked him what he was saying. He didn’t answer immediately, his thoughts still running. 

“Peter?”

“I’d go to friend of mine that lives nearby, or maybe a… a playground?”

“A playground? Peter!” you exclaimed and shot up in your seat. “Leo hangs out at this playground with his friends all the time! It’s right this way!”

Peter nodded and followed the directions that you were giving him. In no time, Peter made it to the playground, he stopped the car on a parking lot nearby and out the car in park. 

“Oh my god,” you exhaled and opened the passenger door, running across the street as fast as possible and before Peter could react to anything at all, he saw you hugging a boy who was way shorter than you were. 

Peter closed his eyes for a second, thanking god or whoever had helped them, before he left his car and walked across the street. 

He heard you sobbing once he came closer. The arms of the young boy were wrapped around your body and his head was buried in your jacket. Once you let go of your brother, you dropped on your knees and held his face in your hands.

“Are you okay?”

Leo nodded and forced a smile. “Mom never forgets to pick me up.”

“No she doesn’t,” you agreed and ruffled through his hair. “She’s still working. Jeff had to pick you up, but he forgot. I’m so sorry, Leo. If I had known earlier, I- I’m so sorry.”

Leo smiled at you and hugged you once more before his eyes fell on the tall brunette. “Who’s he?” he asked with his arms still around your shoulder. You turned your head and saw Peter standing right behind you. 

“That’s Peter,” you smiled and stared at him. “He’s my friend,” you said proudly. 

Peter smiled back at you and in his mind he was releasing the loudest scream of joy. You had called him your friend once again and he knew that you meant it this time. 

“He helped me find you and I don’t think that I would have without him.”

“Thank you, Peter,” Leo said. “My sister can get anxious very easily. I hope you didn’t have to deal with that.”

“Leo,” you warned him and stood up, taking his backpack off his shoulders.

“Don’t say that.”

“But it’s true!”

“Come on, let’s get you home,” you told him and lead him to Peter’s car. 

Once you made it home, Leo jumped out of the big jeep and thanked Peter once more before he ran to the front door and opened it. 

You sighed and gave Peter his phone back. On your way home, you made sure that you told your Mom that everything was fine now. She wanted to talk to Leo as well, who told her that he was scared because he didn’t know where to go. Your mom promised him that this was never going to happen again. It broke your heart, seeing your brother so scared. He tried to play it off, but you could see it in his eyes.  

“Thank you again, for helping me,” you whispered. “And sorry that we couldn’t really do our project together. If you don’t mind, we can still do some of it until you have to leave.”

“So you don’t want me to go then?” 

“Honestly?” you asked and waited until he nodded. “I don’t want to be alone with Jeff right now.”

“You could’ve just said so. We don’t have to work on our project, we could just hang out, listen to some music or whatever you want to do,” he replied with a smile on his lips. 

“Thank you,” you mumbled and opened the door, waiting for him to follow you inside. 

Luckily, Jeff was fast asleep as you walked inside and up the stairs. You checked Leo’s room first, making sure that he was okay. And he was. He was already sitting at his desk, doing all the homework that was due tomorrow. 

Peter followed you to your room and sat on your bed, looking around so he could see your whole room. “You’ve called me your friend again.“

„I know,“ you muttered and grabbed a pair of sweatpants from your dresser. “Is it okay, if I change? I want to get out of these pants.”

Peter nodded and closed his eyes, waiting for you until you had changed. It took you a while to get changed because you were watching him. No guy you ever spent time with, was this friendly as Peter. Most of the guys would’ve waited for you to change in front of them, or you’d just go to the bathroom to change, but Peter closed his eyes and waited for you. 

Peter felt a dip right next to him on your bed and he opened his eyes. Grabbing your laptop, you opened it and put it next to you. “Can we listen to some music?” “Sure,” he replied and leaned back against the headboard.

You opened Spotify and put your favorite playlist on shuffle before you leaned your head on Peter’s thigh, looking at the laptop. 

Peter held his breath, he didn’t expect you to do a gesture like that. Not you. You were always the girl with nice comebacks, full of sarcasm, with a hard shell. You didn’t let people in so easily, but right now, you were opening up to him and he didn’t know why. Slowly, Peter moved his hands to your hair, combing through it with his fingers and when you didn’t push him away, he continued to do it with a smile on his lips that you couldn’t see. 

You closed your eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Peter’s fingers running through your hair. It felt strange first, you didn’t really know him but somehow you wanted to be close to him. “Do you miss your Dad sometimes?”

“You know,” he sighed and stopped combing through your hair. “From time to time, when I walk around the house and see that he’s not in any of the photos anymore, I really miss him. But then I remember that everything he used to do with us, he’s now doing it with his new family and then I’m really glad that he’s gone. But that’s probably not the same that you’re feeling. You can’t compare my situation with yours.”

“I know. It’s just… you’re also living without a father figure in your life, just like me and sometimes I wonder what it would be like for him to see Leo growing up, or seeing me on my graduation day,” you replied and turned on your back, looking up at Peter. 

“I get it. My dad used to come to every lacrosse game with me but not anymore.” “I’m sorry. It’s probably harder for you, knowing that your father is still around but doesn’t want to see you instead of him being dead.

“But it’s a different if he’s nice or a total douche. The way he left us, it’s… my Mom cried for days. Owen didn’t know what was going on and asked her every day when he’s coming back. I was the one who told him that he left us for someone else and it broke his heart. He was just seven years old,” he told you with furrowed brows. 

“Leo had just turned six when he died,” you mumbled and turned back around, your back facing him. Peter knew exactly why you had turned around. He saw your red eyes, you were about to cry. “I’m scared that Leo doesn’t remember him anymore. And the saddest part is that the only father-figure or male role in his life is Jeff now.”

“Hey,” he said calmly and ran his fingers up and down your back. “I think that he’s wise enough to know that Jeff will never be a role model for anyone. He looks up to you. You’re his big sister, you’re his role model and not that douche.”

“I hope so.”

Your conversation died after this; you were just listening to the soft music. Peter continued to play with your hair the whole time while the sun was slowly setting. He listened to you, humming to the song that was playing until you got quieter and quieter. Eventually, he heard the even sound of your breaths and saw your chest rising and falling steadily.

“Y/N?”

But there was no answer. You were fast asleep with your head on his thigh and your back faced towards him. He stayed liked this for a little bit longer, bu he knew that he had to go eventually. Carefully holding your head in one hand, he took your pillow and placed your head on it before he got out of your bed. He closed your laptop and placed it on your desk right next to your bed before he took the bedsheets that were still unmade from the night before and tugged you in. His gaze lingered on your face a bit longer; he could see your eyelashes flickering due to your moving eyelids. You were already dreaming. Peter smiled and shut the light as he grabbed his bag and sneaked out of your house.

_

“Hey, Peter. Thanks again,” you said as you walked up to him and the group of the friends he was surrounded by.

“Oh, nice words coming out of your mouth, Y/N. Didn't know that you had them in your vocabulary,” one of Peter’s friends shot back once they realized that it was you who was standing next to them.

“Well, I love what you’ve done with your hair,” you complimented him, but Peter knew that it had to be another comeback of yours.

“What? Really?” Gabe asked and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Yeah, How do you get it to come out of your nostrils like that?"

“Ooooh," you heard the others laughing.

“Peter? Can I talk to you for a second?" you asked the tall boy and dragged him away from the douche bags that he called his friends.

“Sorry about Gabe, you know him,” Peter apologized as you rounded a corner. You smiled at him and shook your head. “It’s okay.”

“But I can see that you got it all under control. That was a nice comeback of yours,” he laughed.

“Yeah that’s all I have to defend myself. I don’t have the muscles like you guys do. All I’m left with are my words, so they better be good,” you replied. “Anyway, I just wanted to say thank you again for what you did.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Y/N. I told you that already on the phone.”

“I know, but you also didn’t have to call me the next day,” you mumbled, making sure that no one was paying attention to the both of you.

“I just wanted to make sure that you were okay. But why don’t we hang out today after school? Go to a café and continue with our project? What do you think?” Peter suggested.

You nodded as the first bell rang. “I’ll wait for you outside, okay?”

You waited ten minutes for Peter to arrive at the school’s parking lot. He trotted over to you, with his hands on the strings on his backpack, just like he always did. A smile was plastered on his lips as he saw you waiting next to his car. He grabbed his keys and opened the car for you from afar. Thanking him, you opened the back door and put your bag on the seat before you opened the passenger door and hopped in.

“Let’s go,” Peter said once he was right next to you and started the car.

“I have to tell you something,” you said a while after you left the neighborhood.

“What?”

“I continued on our project on my own this weekend. There’s not much left to do, it will probably just take a few minutes, I’m sorry,” you confessed and bit on your lip, trying to give him the same puppy eyes that he nailed so good.

“It’s okay. So now we’ve got more time to spend together instead of working, but now I feel bad. I didn’t really help.”

“Pay my drinks and we’re even,” you smiled proudly and turned your head around, looking out the window.

You found a quiet spot at the café and spread your stuff all over the table and chairs while Peter got your drinks and snacks. You grabbed the magazine that you had almost finished and placed it in front of Peter’s seat, so he could see it once he came back. With his hands full, you saw him struggling to get back to your place, so you rushed to him and took the plate full of cheese tacos from him.

“Thanks,” he mumbled and placed your drinks on the table. “Wow! Is that the magazine?”

“Yeah, I’m not quite sure, if I like the cover. What do you think?”

“It’s amazing! I wouldn’t change a thing! No seriously!” he said, seeing that you gave him an annoyed look. “I’m not just saying that because I have absolutely no talent in designing and stuff like that but this is amazing. I feel so stupid.”

“You’re not stupid, you just have bad luck when it comes to thinking.”

Peter rolled his eyes at you and opened the magazine. It was just a small magazine with four pages and a cover. “But I don’t get it. What do we still have to do? This looks perfectly done to me.”

“Here,” you replied and grabbed the other magazines from your bag. “I got them the other day and I just want to cut out a few advertising and put them in the blank spaces. That’s it. But make sure to find advertising only for fashion or face products. We can’t put any ads for dogs in it,” you laughed and handed him a few magazines.

“I’m not that stupid, you know.”

“It’s better to let someone think you’re stupid than open your mouth and prove it,” you shot back and took a sip of your coffee before you saw him rolling his eyes once more.

You were done in minutes and Peter clued the ads to the blank spaces that you left. You were really proud with your magazine and held it up, looking at it once more.

“You know, you won’t get laid if you stay in a café with him instead of his place,” you heard the bugging voice of Peter’s friend next to you. You dropped your project and looked him straight in the eyes.

“The only way you’ll ever get laid is if you crawl up a chicken’s ass and wait. So could you please just leave us alone. You know, if you’re waiting for me to care about those stupid comments of yours, you better head over to the counter and get a lunch, ‘cause it’s going to take a while until I do!”

Peter pressed his lips together, trying to hide the smile but he failed miserably and it just burst out. “Dude, just get it that you’re not funny.”

“I don’t like her,” Gabe muttered and frowned. “No, to be honest. I like her. I like her.”

“Just go away Gabe,” Peter groaned and pushed him away.

You shook your head at Gabe and dedicated yourself back at your project. “I like it.”

“You like it? I love it! It’s fantastic! I'm so happy I chose you to be my partner!”

“Chose me?” you asked him and dropped the magazine. “What do you mean chose me? I thought Mrs. Ward put us together.”

“Oh shit,” you head him mutter under his breath. “Uuum, well. I lied.”

“No shit sherlock.”

“Look, I really wanted to get to know you. All I ever heard from you were your easy comebacks or your short and sarcastic comments during lessons,” he explained with a soft voice. “I thought you were really cool and-“

“Not you as well…”

“I don’t understand,” he said confused as you interrupted him.

“Look,” you said with a stern voice. “Everyone I ever get to spend time with, turned out to just spend time with be because they thought I was the cool kid, the one that always causes trouble, the one with the easy comebacks, just like you said. But once I let go of that side of me, they just, I don’t know, don’t want to spend any time with me again. That’s the reason you saw me that night, remember? Sam, the guy I dated, he got sick of me, saying that he just dated me because he thought that I was a daredevil. But once it turned out that I wasn’t, he just dropped me.”

“I’d never do that. I know that deep inside, you’re that loving girl. You care for others around you, especially the once you love. I saw the way you care for your brother or your Mom. It’s just a wall that you build up to hide behind it. I didn’t want to get to know you just because you’re that sarcastic girl. I wanted to get to know the real you and I still want to because I don’t think that I know you well enough. You’ve still got that wall up and I don’t know how to break through.”

“You already did…” you replied and grabbed your drink, holding it tightly. “ And I don’t know if it’s a good or a bad thing because I’m scared that once I let you in, you’ll run away just like the others.”

“Why should I?”

“I don’t know, Peter. It’s what all the others do. So tell me, why should I make an exception for you?” you asked, your eyes glued to his. You were never good at keeping eye contact, but you really wanted to know what was going on right now.

“Because I like you, Y/N.”

“You don’t, you just like what-“

“No, listen to me, Y/N. I really do. When we were driving down the roads, trying to find your brother and when we were lying on your bed with your head on my thigh, that was the real you. And I like the real you, even though it wasn’t the best situations. I want to spend more time with the real you. And somehow, I get the feeling that once we are finished with our project, you’ll never talk to me again.”

“You sure there’s nothing wrong with you? You really like me?” you asked him, totally shocked. You were sure that he was just joking, but his look told you otherwise.

“There’s nothing wrong with me,” he laughed. “Why don’t you spend some more time with me and see it for yourself? I could make us dinner. Let me show you how real men seduce women.”

“Oh my god, don’t say that,” you said as you felt your cheeks reddening.

-

The week fly by and you submitted successfully your assignment to Mrs. Ward. She was quite surprised by your work, especially once you told her that Peter helped you tons. Peter was also really proud of himself that he coaxed you into giving him a chance. He wasn’t bragging or anything like that to his friends. He kept it quiet because he knew that none of his friends would get it right now.

So here you were, Friday evening, sitting on the kitchen counter of the Kavinsky’s while Peter was chopping onions.

“Are you sure that you know what you’re doing?” you asked him, looking over his shoulder. “Yes! Trust me, I’m a good cook. Ask Owen if you don’t believe me or my Mom once she comes home. I cook quite often.”

“Alright, I trust you,” you smiled and watched every step that he made.

Once he had the onions chopped, he grabbed a pan and put olive oil in it, waiting for it to heat up. While doing so, he grabbed a pot and poured water in it, so he could cook the pasta.

“Well, to be honest, you look like you really know how to use a kitchen.”

“You’d be surprised what else I can cook.”

Once the pan was heated up, he put the garlic and onions in and stirred them until it was golden and topped it with a can of mashed tomatoes. He knew exactly what herbs to put in and how to season it. You were impressed by his work.

“Hmm, so delicious,” he groaned as he tasted the sauce. “Want to try?” he asked and grabbed another spoon for you to taste it. You hopped down the counter and took it from Peter.

“Be careful, it’s hot.”

You blew a few times to make sure you wouldn’t burn yourself before you took a spoon full. “Oh wow,” you expressed and put the spoon aside. “That’s delicious.”

“Told you I’m a good cook," he said proudly with a smile on his lips.

You smiled back at him and helped him setting the table for the both of you and his brother Owen as well. Since his Mom was still at work, it was just the three of you. Owen was already sitting at the table before dinner was even ready. So you sat next to him and talked to him while Peter was still waiting for the pasta to be done perfectly.

Every now and then, you caught Peter staring at you with a soft smile on his lips. But to your surprise, he wouldn’t look away so you smiled back at him every time.

“Alright guys, here it is. My super delicious pasta!” he said proudly as he set everything on the table. Owen rolled his eyes at his older brother and loaded his plate with pasta and sauce, leaving the cheese untouched because he didn’t like it.

It was quiet during diner, but no awkward silence. Everyone enjoyed the delicious meal that Peter made. Owen dug in like there was no tomorrow, saying that he still had to do some homework before it was bed time. Peter reminded him that he had plenty of time during the weekend to do so but Owen wanted to have a free weekend with his friends.

Once you were all done, you were back sitting on the kitchen counter while Peter did the dishes. You offered to help him but he declined, saying that no guest should ever do the chores. So you watched him the whole time. During that evening you had enough time to study his moves and his features. To say that he wasn’t good looking would be a total lie, everyone knew.

“How’d you get that scar?” you asked out of nowhere.

Peter turned around and  put the towel on the counter. With his hands behind him, holding onto the counter he grinned at you. “A dog bit me when I was little.”

“Why are you grinning at me like that?” you asked him once you felt uncomfortable with him looking at you like that.

“Nothing,” he lied and turned back around.

“Why am I getting the feeling that this here is getting really awkward?” you asked once more with your head low, looking at your feet that were tangling over the ground.

“Well, I am not the one making this here awkward. I’m just washing the dishes, that’s all.”

“So you mean that I’m the one making it awkward right now?”

“To be honest, yes,” he replied, turning once back around to face you. “Since that day at the café when I told you that I like you, you’re making it so much more harder for me to read you. You never told me what you’re feeling, you never really gave me an answer. And now you’re just sitting over there, probably thinking about something stupid while all I can think about is how to make a move on you.”

“A move on me?” you asked more to yourself, but he heard you anyway. Peter exhaled in response, not knowing how to take step further with you. You pressed your lips together and closed your eyes, thinking about everything that had happened in the past two weeks since you spent more time with Peter.

He knew the reason why you were acting the way you were, he knew the secrets that no one else knew. You had let him in from the beginning, yet you were still questioning if he knew you well enough. There was still lots of stuff about you that he didn’t know, but there was still plenty of time for him to get to know you better. So either way, you would let him in completely or keep that awkward friendship with him.

You opened your eyes and stared into the brown ones in front of you. Pushing your one foot up so it touched his thigh, you tried to pull him to you, but you failed, your legs were too small. “So, um, why don’t you just try and make a move on me?” you asked, taking all the courage that you had.

Peter couldn’t trust his ears. He wasn’t sure if you had really asked him that. But when your hand reached for his, he knew that he wasn’t dreaming. You were really giving him permission to kiss you.

His smile grew as he took one large step towards you and put his hands on your thighs, making room for himself in between them. He licked his lips one more time, staring right into your eyes before he closed them and also closed the space between your bodies. But before his lips touched yours, he mumbled. “Are you sure?”

“A hundred percent.”

Peter’s hands went from your thighs to your face and held it once his lips were finally touching yours. The kiss was shy, tentative at first, as if he was afraid to scare you away once he pressed too hard. You parted your lips, trying to coax him to deepen the kiss and he obligated. Your lips moved in perfect sync and you forgot the world around you for the moment.

Peter melted as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him even closer to you. His lips were even softer than you could ever imagined them being but eventually you had to part for air, your chests were both rising and falling rapidly as Peter and you tried to recover.

“What’s with that smile?” Peter asked as he saw the smile that was creeping up your lips.

“I’m just happy is all,” you replied and loosened the grip around his neck, leaving your hands on his shoulders.

“I’m glad,” he smiled back at you and place another quick but tender kiss to your lips. “Come on, let’s got upstairs, so we can do more of that.”

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