#Peter Kavinsky one shot

[cryinginmyroomsposts]

So High School | Dino one-shot

Pairing: Lee Chan x fem. Reader

tags: angst, fluff, fake relattionship, jenny han romcom coded, wooyoung in slightly negative shade (atinys don't come for me, it was just needed for the plot), bestie yeonjun, changbin special appearance, sports reference (not a lot but i tried)

a/n: It took me a whole semester to write this... (thank you adulting☹️) but this is basically a slightly changed, self-indulgent retelling of To All the Boys I Loved with dino being Peter Kavinsky...

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"You know, if you wanted to kiss me so badly, you could've just asked, right?" God! He was so insufferable and annoying. And mainly, he was completely irresistible.

Lee Chan, the school charmer. The boy who had every girl in high school wrapped around his finger. The gorgeous, talented football captain with the smile of a prince and lips that were meant to be kissed.

But right now, he was the bane of your existence, and he was getting on your last nerve.

“Just. Shut. Up. Chan.” You manage to whisper between catching your breath.

Chan’s smirk stays intact on his face, which is a mere two inches away from yours. The sun is blazing on the football field, making his fluffy brown hair glisten. His left hand is wrapped around your waist, sending cold shivers down your spine despite the heat. His other hand, the one that had scored a touchdown, is pushing stray hair from your face. His hand stays on your chin, tracing patterns. You’re a mess.

Your hands are clutching tightly around his neck, which is why his face is inches away from yours. The adrenaline of Chan scoring the winning point has brought you running down the stands and into this position. But now that he is here, your legs are giving out.

The initial gasps are turning into whispers and giggles.

“Princess, you can’t keep the audience waiting.” Chan’s voice flows like honey. His eyes are gleaming with surprise and mischief. His smile is bright and wide. He traces another pattern on your cheek, and you flinch involuntarily.

“Y/n, people are getting suspicious…” he sounds more serious as he looks around.

“Wooyoung is watching. You’re close to your goal.” The mischief in Chan’s face has been replaced with bitterness.

Oh, right! Wooyoung, the reason all of this began. The boy you’ve been in love with for the last two years. The boy you wanted to charm and make fall in love with you. The reason you’re currently in Chan’s arms.

Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea…

“Y/n… come on. It’s not like this is our first kiss.” You look at Chan with daggers in your eyes.

He wasn’t supposed to bring that up. But he has a point…

“Chan, I’m nervous. Can you kiss me…” you manage to say. Chan gulps but leans down.

Three. The smell of Chan’s cologne hits your nose.

Two. Chan leans in, blocking the light from your face completely.

One. His glistening eyes are all you see before his lips crash into yours.

Heaven…

Probably your biggest mistake, and your biggest blessing.

But if you could go back three weeks and redo all of this… you’d still choose this. This moment, this boy, his lips, his warmth.

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Three weeks ago

It was a regular day, with spring around the corner and the sun starting to shine brighter. Longer days and the lack of needing jackets always put you in a good mood.

A good day overall. Until that afternoon in the changing room. You overheard three freshman girls gossiping, and that was the beginning of your misery. "Did you guys hear that Wooyoung is looking for a female lead for his directorial drama..." One of the girls' excited voices traveled through the lockers.

"Oh my! Wait, isn’t his drama a romantic thriller? And he's the male lead!" This statement was immediately followed by a pair of squeals that made you roll your eyes.

"Do you think he’ll conduct auditions?" "Oh, I heard he was going to choose Mina." "Why them when Y/N is there? She’s a senior and she’s acted with Woo before..." "Maybe he’s into Mina? Or doesn’t like Y/N?" "Anyways, let’s see what happens… I hope he opens the audition for all of us. Imagine kissing Wooyoung!!"

And with another set of squeals, the girls exited the locker room, and you came out of the locker you had hidden in. Their conversation left you confused and heartbroken.

You had met Wooyoung during your freshman year theatre club auditions and immediately fell head over heels for the charming and handsome guy. It was no surprise that over half the school was in love with him. He was a sight for sore eyes, and his acting held everyone captive.

Your crush on Wooyoung only worsened over the years. You had tried dating a couple of other guys to forget Wooyoung, but every time the rehearsal for the annual school play began, you would realize that no one else could ever make you feel the way Wooyoung did.

Now you feel stupid about your crush. You kept pining for a guy who didn’t even consider you for his drama. A part of you is hurt; it is like all the hope you had built up in your heart came crashing down. But you still wanted to prove to him that you were worthy of his romance. If not in real life, at least on stage.

Did it sound like an extremely stupid idea? Yes. 100 percent stupid, but you were running on emotions.

Unrequited crushes never made anyone more intelligent, anyway!

The run-through that evening had been suboptimal at best; you were not in your head, and it annoyed everyone else. But you couldn’t care less, as neither Wooyoung nor the drama teacher, Ms. Kim, was there. As soon as the session ended, you ran to your car and went straight to the one person you knew could help you—Yeonjun.

Yeonjun was one of the most popular people in your high school—specifically among the ladies. If not for the fact that you grew up as neighbors since the two of you were three years old and had seen each other go through puberty, you'd also be head over heels in love with Yeonjun.

"What do you want now?" were the first words to leave Yeonjun’s mouth when you showed up at his room door. He’s sprawled out on his bed, watching something on his laptop and munching on chips. He’s not in the least surprised to see you there at 9 p.m. on a school night; he’s made peace with your presence. His parents were so used to you being there and treating you like their own child. This annoyed Yeonjun to no bounds, as he usually lost all single-child privileges around you.

"What's got your panties in a knot, Jjunie?" you inquire as you plop yourself on his bed and munch on the snacks he has. This causes him to groan in protest, but he doesn't take the snacks away from you.

"My date this weekend canceled on me," he says with a pout that makes him look like a baby. You can’t help but reach out and ruffle his hair and smile.

"Why are you smiling at my misery, you psycho?" he complains, further deepening his pout. "Aw, sorry Jjunie, you still look like that little kid I met on the front porch when we were 3." The memory of your friendship immediately makes him smile.

"Okay, enough niceties. Now tell me what you want." His demand makes you roll your eyes, but you do realize you’re here on a mission and need his help, so you refrain from retorting back.

"I need your help," you begin. "With what?"

A few seconds of silence, of you biting your inner cheeks and him glaring at you with his most judgmental expression.

"Spit it out, Y/n."

Sigh. "I need your help getting Wooyoung's attention." Your words lead to Yeonjun choking on the last chip he is eating.

"Wooyoung? Jung Wooyoung? My friend Wooyoung? Your drama club partner Wooyoung?" His eyes are bulging like they’re going to drop out of their sockets, and you roll your eyes at his surprise.

"Since when do you like him?"

Ugh, this is feeling like a bad idea. "Since—since freshman year..."

"Holy shit! Y/N!" His mouth is agape right about now. The snacks and laptop are long forgotten.

"Why are you so surprised?"

"Because I know you for so long and had no clue. God!" He runs a hand over his hair in surprise, and you just lower your head in shame. It does feel shameful that after all that bold personality you put up, you are ashamed to be yearning for someone for so long. It feels contradictory to the strong, independent woman persona you want to project.

"Okay, I've had my reaction... now let's get to work." Yeonjun sits up straight on the bed, the laptop long forgotten. You are glad he doesn’t make this feel weirder.

Here comes the harder part—the plan.

"I thought we could get his attention by pretending to be a..." you cannot muster the courage to finish the sentence without wanting to jump off a tall building.

"Be a what?" He is eyeing you suspiciously again.

You shrink into yourself more as the word leaves your mouth, "a couple."

The silence after you utter the words is heavy. At least he doesn’t laugh out loud at the idea—that should count as a win, but it doesn’t feel quite victorious as you had expected.

"Y/N... Is that really the only plan you have? Can't you just ask him out like a regular person... he already knows you..." He speaks softly, his words making sense to the logical side of your brain, yet it feels like a punch to the gut. It might’ve been an impulsive idea, but that is all you have for now.

So you gather yourself and heave a deep sigh as Yeonjun looks at you anxiously. "Jjunie... I know it's weird, but I wouldn't have suggested it if I knew a better idea. And it's not about Wooyoung knowing me, it's about him seeing me... you don't need to immediately decide, but please think it over."

Before Yeonjun can say a definite no, you leave his house in a hurry. Poor boy looks so confused as you watch him pout and stare at the wall at what just happened. He is too nice to say no but also a very good friend who would not want to do anything weird, neither do you want to, but something about wanting Wooyoung makes you act all pathetic.

The night is the most restless in a long time. After six hours of tossing and turning, you decide to go to school earlier and work on the new play. After a strenuous day, where you'd almost forgotten about Wooyoung, Yeonjun, and the plan, you run into Wooyoung on the way to your last class. He throws you his classic polite smile and runs down the hall, and it makes your heart drop. He doesn’t even stop to say hi; to him, you'd just be Yeonjun’s neighbor and best friend. The thought makes your stomach churn more, and you decide to catch Yeonjun after his football practice and make him agree to your plan.

And that's how you find yourself power-walking toward the bleachers at 5 p.m. past the hunky, sweaty boys sitting after a tiring practice session. Usually, you'd stay and chat with some of the boys on the team—especially Beomgyu, Heesung, and your favorite Changbin. But today you walk right up to Yeonjun, who looks at you with the utmost surprise.

"Need to talk to you. Now." You sound curt, and he just nods before getting up and leading you to the locker room. It isn’t your first time there, but the place always disgustes you. It smells of sweat, testosterone, and teenage boys. But the conversation is important, so you adjust.

"What's it, Y/n?" He says, stopping in front of his locker and starting to dry his hair with a towel. He looks exhausted, and a part of you feels bad, but you still carry on.

"Did you think about it?"

"About what?" He looks so nonchalant while answering you that for a second, you think you've dreamed your conversation from the previous night.

"Jjunie..." He sighs and faces you fully.

"Y/n, I thought you were joking. Please come up with another idea, please..."

"Yeonjun, it is not a joke. He thinks of me as your friend, and I need him to see me as someone he can date. For that, I need your help. If we pretend-date, he might notice that side of me." Your words leave a bitter aftertaste in your mouth.

"Y/n, did you maybe consider that you don’t need to do all that for a boy? If someone likes you, they’d see you no matter what..." You sigh.

"Yeonjun, I didn’t come here for your self-love propaganda. I came to hear your answer. If you don’t want to fake date me and help me get Wooyoung’s attention, I’ll find someone else who's willing to do it." He looks defeated. You already know his answer and the explanation, but you want to hear it anyway.

"I won’t do it, Y/n. And I really hope you don’t find someone else for the plan either."

There it is. The blow to your chest. You are disappointed, but do your best to put on a brave face and nod. But before you can say anything, someone calls for him, and you just force a thin smile on your face as he leaves.

When Yeonjun is out of sight, you cover your face with your hands and sigh heavily. Now what...

"I can do it."

The voice comes out of nowhere and startles you so much that you jump out of your skin.

When you look up, there he is at the far right end of the locker room.

Lee Chan.

You know him, but you aren't exactly friends. His reputation of being the school playboy makes you keep your distance from him.

There he is, leaning against the locker with only a towel tied around his waist—abs in full display—as he lazily wipes his dripping wet hair. When you look at him, it makes sense. But you are still unsure of what he said.

"Sorry, what?" You croak out at him.

He straightens up, a smirk plastered on his gorgeous face, and walks toward you. When he is a mere five inches away from you, he stops. You can see his clear-cut abs, water droplets making them glisten. After a good minute, you realize you should probably stop checking him out and force yourself to look at his face (another mistake, because man, is he gorgeous!).

"I said I’ll do it." His face, voice, and words all drip honey.

"Do what?"

"Date you." You are sure your eyes fall out of their sockets at his words. He still smirks, and his eyes gleam playfully.

"What… what do you mean?"

His smile widens as he speaks. "The proposition you offered to Yeonjun now... I can do it. If you're okay with it, that is."

"Oh."

Oh? That’s all you can say!

After making sure you aren't dreaming, you think for a second, and before you can change your mind or regret it, the words spill from your mouth.

"Okay!" His eyes grow big in surprise. He looks devastatingly good when he smiles fully.

"Cool."

The two of you stand there smiling at each other for a while before he clears his throat and breaks the silence. You straighten up and fix your hair in embarrassment.

"Yeah, okay. So I guess we should come up with some kind of agreement... rules, maybe?" Years of watching romcoms gave you the idea, and while you know it is counterproductive, you still want to do it. To have a sense of security.

He raises one of his eyebrows, "Yeah, I guess... whatever you say."

"Okay!"

Why is he agreeing to all of it? What does he get out of it? There are so many questions unanswered, but before you can do anything about it, his phone rings. He answers it with just hums and then turns to leave. You watch him walk toward his locker room and turn around to face you.

"Hey, gotta bounce now, but I’ll shoot you a text and we can discuss the rest of it." You just nod at his words, feet frozen in place. He stares at you for a second before breaking out into a small laugh.

"What?"

"Are you going to stand there and watch me change?" He looks amused. Your face heats up at the implication, and you walk out of there without another look at him.

Only after you go all the way out of the school campus do you question how he will text you and what rules you will lay down.

But there are bigger problems, like studying for the upcoming quiz and memorizing your lines for the play, so you let it slip out of your mind.

Until five hours later when your phone blinks with a text notification.

Unknown Number: Hey Y/n, Chan here!

Your heart leaps to your throat as you drop the play script and pick up your phone to save his number and reply. Just as you hit send, your phone pings with another text.

Yeonjun: Hey, sorry about today... but I hope you understand.

You sigh. In all these years of friendship, you've had several petty fights, but this one feels heavy. You do not like fighting with Yeonjun and hope it will all work out in the end.

Y/n: Hi Jjunie, I am sorry too.

He begins typing immediately.

Yeonjun: We’re okay?

Y/n: Yes!

Before you can switch off your phone for the day, Chan texts back.

Chan: Sooo... came up with the rules yet?

Oh God. Why did you have to commit to that?

Y/n: Not yet.

Chan: Alright. If you're free, we can meet tomorrow and discuss.

Oh! Why is he so interested in this? That’s the question you cannot figure out. But you do not want to throw away the opportunity either.

Y/n: Yeah, I’ll be out of rehearsals at 5.

Chan: Cool. We can meet near the bleachers after 5.

Oh, that was easy!

You know it feels weird to think this would be so easy. The minute you walk toward the bleachers, you can see all the cheerleaders and other girls ogling all the boys playing in the field. And in your years of cheering on Yeonjun, you know that most of the crowd is here for their star player—Chan. Getting to discuss this private matter with him while his fangirls are squealing around him is going to be no easy feat. Not to mention that you have completely forgotten about Yeonjun and the whole team being present. You don’t want him to know that you are going behind his back, especially with his teammate and close friend. He will get to know once the charade is up, but there is no need to rub it in his face this soon. Every minute waiting on the bleachers feels like a lifetime in hell. Your palms get sweaty as more girls gather after classes and their own extracurriculars. You hope Yeonjun hasn’t spotted you yet. Every time it feels like he turns toward the far left corner of the bleachers, you feel your palms getting sweatier.

After what seems like ages, the practice is finally over, and hordes of fangirls slowly trickle out of the bleachers. Now it is time to wait for the man of the hour to show up.

Lee Chan walks toward your seat a good half an hour later with such ease and charisma that it is hard to believe he has just gotten out of hours of rigorous practice.

"Wanted to see your future boyfriend play on the field that badly, huh?" he says with honey dripping from his words and the smug smirk on his face. For lack of a better response, you just roll your eyes.

"Chan, can we just get on with the rules now?"

"I'm pretty sure you already have a curated list you want me to follow, so go ahead, sweetheart." You try your best not to gape at him at the accuracy of his words. You have been so anxious about the rules the whole night that you have prepared a comprehensive list of five points. Without fighting him, you reluctantly give him the piece of paper you have scribbled the rules on.

Y/N + Chan Dating Rules

Do not tell anyone about this arrangement.

PDA: only when Wooyoung or the team are present. (2.a. No kissing. Just holding hands!)

Post each other on social media (posts that can be deleted when the time comes).

Attend each other’s games/shows.

No flirting with other girls (this is exclusively for Chan).

You watch with sweaty palms as Chan reads the five points. His eyebrows raise as if he is questioning them. Truth be told, you are questioning the points yourself.

“Really? You had to write the fifth point?”

He looks up, waving the paper accusingly, and his expression is somewhere between anger and amusement. You were hoping it would lean more toward the latter.

You try to smile and shrug it off, but he just stares at you in disbelief.

Before you can cave in and apologize, he angles himself in his seat facing you. Suddenly, your face is in his palm—a bruised and calloused palm—and his face is alarmingly close to yours. You can see every freckle on his face, the twinkle in his eyes, and the water droplets on his hair from the post-practice shower. Your heartbeat is pounding in your ears.

God, this is a gorgeous man.

“Sweetheart, do you really think I’d look at another girl, much less flirt with her, when you are sitting here looking so pretty…”

WHAT?!

Did he say… that! Why?! Am I having a stroke?!

It would’ve been easier to think you were having a stroke, but instead, the tickle on your skin where his palm met your face is telling you that this is real. Lee Chan is sitting here and telling you that you’re pretty. Lee Chan is flirting with you.

And you need to stop it. For your own sake.

And Wooyoung, of course.

So you straighten yourself up and, with every ounce of energy in your body, remove his hand from your face.

“Hey! Rule 1. No flirting unless Woo or anyone he knows is around! How are you already breaking the rules…”

What began as an amused expression on Chan’s face changes to outright laughter.

Chan is laughing at you. And all you can do is recognize how young and charming he looks while laughing.

“Oh—okay, wow. You were serious,” he says in between breaths, stopping his laughter.

“Yeah, I was, idiot!”

He raises his hands in surrender with a big smile plastered on his face. “Alright, ma’am. I’ll follow all the rules from now on.” He ends his sentence with a mock salute.

Eye roll.

“Sooo, you don’t have any suggestions or changes?”

“Nope.” He says as he reads through the rules once more.

Well, that was easier than I thought!

From then on, Chan just agrees to everything you say, and you go through the rest of the rules within the next thirty minutes.

By the time you are done with the list, you are exhausted from sitting and talking under the hot sun in the bleachers. You can’t wait to go home, make some nice lunch, and take a nap. So, you begin to pack your bags and leave when Chan stops you.

"What now?" you scowl, hoping he won't waste further time on your one free day of the week.

"Wow, so grumpy..." he snickers as he picks up your bag despite your very little protest.

"Let me buy you lunch, Grumpy." He says with an easygoing smile, and even though you want to fight back, you don't.

Lunch with Chan turns out to be a pleasant ordeal. He takes you to a small bistro near school, and the two of you chat about anything and everything in the world. You would’ve never guessed that a conversation with a professional pretty-boy jock like Chan would be so rich and funny, but he has a breezy manner of carrying the conversation and making you laugh often.

He drives you back home, and you realize this is the best meal you’ve had with another person, and it has nothing to do with the food.

Chan also officially takes your plan into action by posting a misleadingly cute photo of your lunch on his Instagram. You have no idea when he took the photo, but you look at yourself in the picture, smiling widely at something he had said minutes prior. For the first time, you might actually like a candid smiling picture of yourself. And for the first time since your dad, someone has paused to take a picture of you that you didn’t ask for.

You chuckle as you see his post again, and just as a text pops up on your phone.

Chan: Now that I’ve kept up my side of the deal, it’s your turn to post something.

Oh shit.

You curse yourself for forgetting one of the rules and not taking a picture of him.

Chan: Unless you didn’t think of taking a picture of me…

You facepalm at Chan’s cheeky message and start to whine loudly in your room at your stupidity as Chan blows up your phone with sad face emojis.

Uff... Such a drama queen!

You let your head fall back on your bed, cursing yourself until it hits you... you did in fact take a picture of him that day when he was playing.

Excited at this realization, you immediately begin posting the photo. You can’t help but admire yourself for capturing his sincerity and athleticism so perfectly in your shot.

As you post, you realize how hot Chan is.

Wait, what...

Your phone keeps buzzing with likes, replies from friends, and two texts that have all your attention.

Chan: Mhmmm, good to know my fake girlfriend likes to watch me play… 😉 Yeonjun: Y/n, you're being stupid.

The first text makes you light up, and the immediate next one makes you scowl. You decide to ignore Yeonjun for now and reply to Chan.

Y/n: Oh please, don’t flatter yourself too much. I did it for the plan, just like you.

Chan: Oh.

You see the typing bubble come on and off for a minute until the reply comes from Chan.

Chan: Mine wasn’t for the plan, you just look beautiful smiling.

It is now your turn to go speechless (or rather, textless), until Chan himself ends the conversation.

Chan: Goodnight, princess ❤

Sleep never finds its way back home to you that night, and the thought of Chan’s smile, Chan’s body, Chan’s texts, and Chan himself fills you up until the sun rises.

Two days later, Chan shows up to your drama rehearsal. The previous day, when you saw Wooyoung in your rehearsal, he was polite as always. There is no hint of him even acknowledging the post made by you or his friend. Meanwhile, some of the other girls and guys in the team start subtly teasing. You are crestfallen at Wooyoung's obliviousness and text Chan that you need to do something more to catch Wooyoung's attention.

Chan takes it upon himself to reply with nothing but a thumbs-up emoji to the dozen messages you have texted him, which has you worried that he forgot about the plan. But when you find him sitting in the second row of the auditorium as you get on the stage, an involuntary smile breaks out on your face.

This earns you a prompt scolding from your teacher, causing you to fix your emotions to reflect your character's despair. With only five days before the big show, you don’t want to mess up, so you reprimand yourself for trying to glance at Chan.

The next time your eyes meet him is when the cast is practicing the final bow. You glimpse at him from your position at the center with Wooyoung and Mina. Chan is smiling wide—nothing out of the ordinary for the cheerful and charming jock. Your smile grows as you watch him clap until he has the loudest clap of all.

"Omg, Lee Chan, what a sudden surprise to see you indoors!" Wooyoung’s voice booms across the auditorium, and the claps die down. This finally snaps you out of the trance you had supposedly been in.

Chan seems to cause that every time he is in the vicinity…

You watch as Chan walks toward the stage where Wooyoung, Mina, and you are standing. He is laughing at Wooyoung’s comment—his usual sparkle spilling pure laughter.

"Haha, when did you become funny, Woo? Can’t a friend come to see his friend rehearse his performance?" Chan quips as they shake hands.

"Friends do, yes, but not Lee Chan, the star football player, who practices seven days a week without fail. In fact, didn’t you miss the last Fall show because you had a match in two weeks that you couldn’t skip training for?" Both the boys laugh as Wooyoung finishes, but you are silent in shock. You don’t know Chan is that disciplined and dedicated.

Chan brushes off Wooyoung’s comment, and the guys laugh it out as you stand there smiling.

"Jokes apart, what brings you here, Chan?" Chan looks right at you as Wooyoung asks this question and holds your hand. Before you can process what is going on, he pulls you toward him. You are standing hand in hand with Chan, facing a very confused-looking Wooyoung. Chan looks at you with a beaming smile before he turns to the other boy and says, "I actually came for her."

Wow… he's good!

You gulp as Wooyoung just stares between the two of you, nodding slowly as he tries to make sense of this. You are glad the rest of the cast has almost entirely dispersed from the auditorium by now, as you can feel yourself heat up under Chan’s stronghold and Wooyoung’s sharp gaze.

Eventually, the latter boy starts smiling—slyly. He mimics a salute to Chan.

"Well done, Chan! Can’t believe you landed the hottest girl in our drama group." As soon as Wooyoung says this, you feel your jaw drop open. Did Wooyoung just call me the hottest girl here…? Did that mean he doesn’t like Mina? Did he already like you? Was this whole plan useless…? Maybe I should just tell Wooyoung the truth now...

Just then, as if on cue, Chan’s grip around your fingers tightens, and you turn to look at him smirking at Wooyoung.

"I can’t believe I landed the smartest and prettiest girl in the school either… I knew she was incredibly talented, but seeing her shine the brightest on stage today was amazing! You’re lucky to see it every day..." Chan says each word with deliberate elaboration, all while holding your hand a little too firmly.

The tension that was supposed to come from Wooyoung seems to be emanating from Chan instead... But Wooyoung seems slightly put off by Chan's reply as his smile turns into a grimace. He looks between the two of you and nods.

"Yeah, she’s amazing... Anyway, I need to go. See you guys..." Wooyoung leaves hastily as he is talking, leaving you to glare at Chan. When Chan finally turns to look at you, he is smiling.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Was that comment necessary, Chan?"

"Yeah, it is the truth."

Dammit, he's good... Chan starts leading you out of the auditorium, your hand still in his. "But there was no need to be rude to Wooyoung. He’s definitely the best here..."

Chan stops in his tracks, hearing you. He drops your hand and turns around to face you.

You’ve never seen Chan lose his temper—he is known to be one of the calmest during games, too—but he looks very close to shouting at you. He opens his mouth as if to say something but grunts instead.

After a long sigh, he says, "Alright, it was rude, but he got jealous, didn’t he? Wasn’t that what you wanted?"

You are lost in the words Chan has said that you forget to note Wooyoung’s complete reaction. He does get jealous, hopefully of the right things...

Not wanting to piss off Chan anymore, you nod.

Both of you stay silent the rest of the night as he drives you home from the rehearsal after learning that the bus that should’ve taken you home left while you were picking up your things.

Right as you get down and head toward your house, you hear Chan call your name out and turn to look at him.

"I meant it, you know..." You scrunch your eyebrows, not sure what he is talking about, and he sighs, running a hand through his hair. "I really meant that you were shining the brightest on that stage. I couldn’t take my eyes off you..."

What the...

You gulp and look at him. His eyes are wide, lips pursed together, and tousled hair. He looks sincere and very hot.

You smile. "Thank you, Chan. Good night."

You thought you had experienced all sorts of butterflies there are to be known while acting with Wooyoung in the Fall play, but the tumbling and soaring your heart does at that moment don’t even come close. Maybe this is a bad idea after all...

The following week goes by much smoother than the start. Chan shows up everywhere at school—before classes, during breaks, after school, after rehearsal, and lunch. He chooses to eat with you instead of at the table with his guys. He drives you home the whole week as a show of romance and even brings you homemade meals and flowers. All of which he makes sure to show off in front of the cafeteria or the drama club members.

Honestly, you are loving all the attention. Chan makes your life easier by taking care of your lunches and driving you home, which makes you less anxious about prepping more for the show.

You do your best to watch Chan play and even manage to cheer for him from the bleachers during touchdowns. He is so focused and precise while playing that it gives you chills each time. But the minute the game is over, he comes over to you with a big smile and eyes shining like diamonds. And that is incentive enough to go sit through another game of football for him. Luckily, his big match is a week after your show, and you’d be able to go support him without the tension of the show.

Through all these antics, the two of you are the talk of the school. Most people are very happy for the two of you—except Chan’s fangirls, Yeonjun, and Wooyoung.

Yeonjun keeps throwing glares your way whenever you show up to a game and waits outside your house to talk to you, but you keep giving excuses.

Wooyoung, on the other hand, has taken a passive-aggressive approach by constantly commenting on how theatre kids are better than jocks. He keeps showing off and asking if the football players can sing and dance at the same time like him.

Usually, receiving specific shows of Wooyoung’s talents and him making so many continuous unprovoked conversations would’ve sent you flying to the next galaxy in joy. But now, everything Wooyoung does makes you think that Chan could definitely do it better. And if you are not aware of Chan’s ability at something Wooyoung is demonstrating, you immediately text Chan about it.

Texting—that’s another place where the romance meter has unintentionally gone way up. Chan is always flirtatious with you, calling you "princess" and saying things that he knows will fluster you. But you’ve turned it into a game of who can fluster the other more.

Essentially, the two of you are now competitive flirting, and it is going way better than you could’ve ever fathomed.

As the days to the show get closer, you see Chan less and less.

The text flirtation is going strong, and you often find yourself smiling widely at your phone until someone from the team asks you to join them for rehearsal. Every time you look up from the phone, smiling, Wooyoung turns away sharply—giving away that he was staring at you. The pressure of the show has gotten to him, and he stopped showing off; now he just looks pissed off and exhausted.

You feel bad for Wooyoung and try talking to him. Instead of you cheering him up, he ends up making snide remarks about Chan, and you give up thereon.

Things were going pretty smoothly in your life until the dress rehearsal for the show—one day before the big show.

There is half an hour before curtains up, and you are pacing back and forth in the far end of the green room assigned to you and a few others. Everyone else has gone to grab food or meet someone or the other, while some are rehearsing. You are holed up in the green room trying your best to calm your nerves.

This is not your first show, and definitely not your first as part of the main cast, but no amount of experience seems to reduce the pre-show jitters. The memory of you puking five minutes before going on stage last fall comes back to you, and you can almost feel the bitter taste of anxiety forming at the back of your throat.

But before you could let the anxiety win, you hear someone clearing their throat and turn around to see none other than Lee Chan standing, leaning against a wall, hands in his jean pockets, smiling with his beautiful, kind eyes at you.

The relief that floods through your mind and body at seeing him there is beyond logic, and you do the only thing your entire existence wants to do—run up to him and hug him.

Till that moment, the maximum you both have done is hold hands in public, and you can feel Chan freeze under your embrace for a second before his warm, strong hands wrap around you.

It feels nice... the thoughts, fears, and the anxiety melt away in a second.

You rest your head on Chan’s shoulder, and he rests his head on top of yours.

“You’re going to rock the stage, princess.” He says softly, near your ear, and you instinctively move your head back to look at his face. His eyes are shining, and a soft smile is playing on his face.

“Thanks, Chan.” Your words make him tighten his hug around you, and you just stay there, looking into his beautiful, kind face.

Someone shouts from outside, "Ten minutes, guys!" You gulp and try to look away from Chan, but he lifts your face back to his eye level with his index finger and smiles.

“Y/n, I know you’re nervous, but you’re going to rock it. And I’ll be there for you…” he says. And that’s all it takes for you to lean toward his face.

Three. The smell of Chan’s cologne hits your nose.

Two. Chan also leans in.

One. His eyes are all you see before his lips crash into yours.

Heaven…

His lips feel like the ascension to heaven. Chan is kissing you with such delicate tenderness that it makes you melt further.

The kiss might’ve factually lasted less than a minute, but you felt the pull of his lips, and body into yours for what felt like a millennium.

When you finally pull apart due to breathlessness, both of you are smiling wildly. You notice some of your lipstick is smeared on Chan’s face, and he reaches to fix your face and hair.

"Go kill it out there, princess," Chan says and leads you out of the green room with one little peck to the lips.

All the nerves and anxiety seem to have transformed into butterflies and giddiness as you take your position on the sidelines of the stage.

You are lost in the memory of the kiss when you do not notice Wooyoung come up next to you.

"You know, you should make out before getting your makeup done. It’s disrespectful to the makeup artists and your co-stars."

"Excuse me?" What’s wrong with him? You notice he looks red with... anger. You’ve never seen Wooyoung like this before—at least offstage.

"Are you alright, Wooyoung?" You try to touch his shoulder to calm him down, and he jerks you away.

"One minute to go..." Wooyoung turns to you, face looking bitter. "You know, Y/n, I always thought you liked me. Never thought you’d go for someone like him." His words catch you off guard, but the curtains are going up, and you force yourself to get into character.

The next two hours are a blur—of running around backstage, helping everyone get to their scenes, performing your scenes, costume changes, and all the drama of it!

You always lose yourself on stage, and the sound of the thunderous clapping from the audience is the only thing that wakes you up from that trance.

And this time, you wake up from the trance to see Lee Chan’s beaming, proud face. He’s clapping so hard you’re worried for his palms. It makes you even happier to see the entire team there with him—including Yeonjun, who looks significantly happier than your previous encounters.

After spending the next hour thanking people and changing out of your costume, you finally reach the common halls of the school.

You find Chan, leaning against a wall and waiting for you. He is smiling at something on his phone, and it instantly makes you smile. You walk slowly toward him, careful not to startle him, and try to grab his phone from him. But being the incredible athlete that he is, he manages to turn you around and cage you in his embrace. But before he can snatch his phone from you, you catch a glimpse of what he is smiling at—pictures of you from the stage.

You whip your head to look at him, still snug in his embrace, and find Lee Chan blushing.

“Awwwww, you’re blushing... so cute,” you coo at him. He softens his hold on you as he fights a grin, and you turn in his embrace to pinch his cheeks.

“Chan, thank you…” His eyebrow goes up, as if to say why.

"Thank you... for going out of your way to be... you." He smiles so brightly, and his eyes become shiny. He hugs you tight.

There is a lot to be said between the two of you, but it seems like neither of you want to say anything and just be in the little bubble you’re in.

There is a slight disturbance to this as the sound of boys talking causes both of you to remove yourselves from the embrace and look as Wooyoung and his two friends—Yeonjun and Changbin—walk across the hallway to the parking lot.

Yeonjun makes fleeting eye contact—he doesn’t look pleased to see you standing so closely with Chan, and a lump forms in your throat. Following his line of sight, Wooyoung turns to look at you. He stops whatever he is saying, and his smiling face turns sour. You feel a bit of the bitterness come to your throat, remembering his words before the performance.

“You know, Y/n, I always thought you liked me. Never thought you’d go for someone like him.”

Just when you were hoping the moment would pass and they would walk away, you see Wooyoung whisper something to a very concerned-looking Yeonjun and Changbin, and walk toward Chan and you. Your heart is now pounding against the walls of your throat, and you want to hold Chan's hands, but it feels like an absolutely wrong move.

You don’t need to see Chan’s face to know that he is stiff with tension as Wooyoung glares right at him.

He stops in front of the two of you, crosses his arms across his chest, and says, in the snarkiest tone possible: "Well well well, if it’s not the two dirty little lovebirds."

Wooyoung stares competitively at the two of you, hoping for a reply, but both of you choose to be silent. This encourages him to continue—this time only facing you.

“You know, Y/n, I thought you were serious about theatre. I thought you understood how scared backstage and in the green room it is for a theatre artist. I thought you would know better than to go around kissing playboys in a sacred space like that... I thought you were smart..."

You’ve never seen or heard Wooyoung be so bitter and rude to anyone, and this breaks the expectation and pedestal you had for him over the years to come crashing down on you all at once. From the corner of your eyes, you can see Chan clench his jaws, and on the far end of the hallway, both Changbin and Yeonjun look very tense.

This is all your doing, that’s what your mind is screaming at you. This is not what you intended to do. All you wanted was to grab the attention of the guy you have an impossibly huge crush on. You never thought that your one idiotic move would break up a group of very good friends.

Most of all, you never thought you’d be standing there worried about your “fake” boyfriend’s feelings getting hurt over that of your actual crush, because of whom you’re all in this conundrum.

“Wooyoung, you're not in your right mind now... let’s talk about this later.” Chan’s voice comes out slow, low, and deliberate. You can tell he is speaking through gritted teeth, but his face is the picture of calmness.

Wooyoung scoffs, "Ohh, I am in the perfect state of mind for this, Chan." He smiles mockingly.

"I just couldn’t understand how someone so smart and pretty like Y/n ended up with... you. Or maybe she isn’t as smart as I thought and is just as easy as every other girl you’ve dated." His words are getting sharper and he oozes poison. The arrows from his mouth pierce straight through your heart.

It takes all your energy to not burst into tears, and Chan seems to sense it as he closes the gap between the two of you before replying to Wooyoung.

Chan takes a deep breath as his palms subtly run circles on the back of your arms. You can feel the heat emanating from him.

“Wooyoung, don’t let your bitterness get the best of you. Look, I don’t know why you are acting like this... if you’re jealous, you should’ve expressed your emotions to her sooner. I know you’re saying things in anger, but please stop because neither of us want to pick a fight. We can talk about this when you’re not in a mood.”

Chan is choosing to be reasonable, and you’re praying Wooyoung will too. You wait a beat and another to see Wooyoung scoff. Before he can say another word, Chan grabs your wrist firmly and walks you away from that hallway.

As you walk under the firm guidance of Chan's grip, you heave a big sigh of relief.

There is pin-drop silence as the two of you get into his car and he drives toward your home. You look over at his face, and his usually smiling and bright face is sullen, with his lips pursed tightly. You don't like seeing Chan angry and sullen one bit.

"Hey, Chan..." your voice comes out slowly as he parks near your front door and turns to face you.

You shift in your seat to face him more and reach out to touch his forearm resting on the steering wheel.

"I'm sorry, Chan." He raises his eyebrows in confusion, and you proceed to explain. "I'm sorry that I ruined your friend group... you wouldn't have fought if not for me..."

"Y/n..." he sighs and locks his fingers with the hand you extend to him. "You have absolutely nothing to be sorry about. We’ve been through a lot worse. In fact, it’s only considered a fight if at least one of us ends up bruised."

He says that so nonchalantly that it makes both of you chuckle.

"Are you sure, though?" Your worry brings a soft smile to his face as he caresses your face. You lean into his palm and smile.

"Yes, I’m sure. So don’t overload that pretty head of yours with unnecessary worries, princess. You rocked the stage tonight and deserve some good rest."

His words bring a big, unwarranted smile to your face. He always knew how to put your nervous heart to rest.

And in that moment, every single thought of logic goes out the window, and you act on pure instinct. You grab Chan’s face and kiss him. The moment your lips touch his, he takes over. He leads you both toward the romantic swan dance that is your kiss. Chan and you are intertwined at that moment of pure bliss, wanting nothing but to stay this way for eternity, but alas, humans breathe a little too much for your liking then.

So both of you move apart to catch up on your breaths, smiling ear to ear while doing so. Seeing Chan’s smile light up his whole face makes you want to pull him into a kiss again, but your phone begins ringing right then, and you groan as you pick up your phone.

“Oh shit, it’s Mom... she’s probably waiting for me. Shoot!”

You start panic-adjusting yourself when Chan places his hand on your wrist gently. “Hey, breathe. You’re right outside your house... it will take two seconds to go in. Okay?”

You smile and let out a big breath at his calming words. Once you pack your bags and reach to open the door of the car, you feel his hold on your wrist again. You turn around to see his face awfully close to you, his eyes big and glistening.

You raise your eyebrows at him in question, and he says, "Thank you for accepting me to be your boyfriend..." His voice is sincere, deep, and scared. Your own heart is beating at a thousand miles per minute. Before you could begin to think of anything to say, he interrupts. "You don’t have to say anything, princess... If you ever end up feeling the way I’ve felt for years, you know where to find me."

And with that, he himself reaches across you to open the door and gives you a soft smile. You’re too stunned by his confession to form words, so you just pick up your stuff and head home. You might have acted on stage, but having to pretend everything is dandy and normal to your parents is more artistically challenging.

The rest of the night is spent tossing and turning in your bed and replaying Chan’s words. Especially the part where he implied that he's liked you for years. You have already been a wreck with all the negativity with Wooyoung and your hopes getting shattered, but also the happiness with Chan and the multiple impeccable kisses. There are too many emotions swirling in your head, and Chan’s confession only makes the insanity meter go up.

The confusion in your brain is palpable. You type out multiple message drafts to send to Chan and give up eventually, thanking whoever invented the backspace feature.

At the odd hour of 2:45 a.m., you finally give up on sleep and switch on your room lights to try to get schoolwork done. In pure coward fashion, you spent the following two days bedrotting and avvoiding any and every message and call from Chan. Thankfully your excuse of "recovering from the show" seemed to work fine for your parents but Chan kept texting.

Chan: Hey princess, good morning. Hope you're feeling better ❤️ Chan: I want you to take proper rest, but I also want you to talk to me! Chan: Okay, I need to go practice for the big match... talk to you soon The same went on for every session of the day. You could clearly notice he kept texting you whenever he got a break from practice. You felt bad for ignoring him. In fact, you did not understand why you were ignoring. It was clear you liked him too, then what was stopping you from into his arms.

On the other hand, there was the whole mess with Wooyoung. You still had to go back and meet him, after all this. If your plan had gone the way you wanted it too, instead of kissing Chan twice on the day of the show you would've ended the night in Wooyoung's arms and the rest of the year would be paradise in practice.

Instead you're here, pacing in the middle of the ngiht, thinking of quitting your passion just to avoid the tension.

And right as you're about to draft an email to your professoe, a ping from your phone startles you—it's Yeonjun.

Jjunnie: "Why are you awake?"

You look out at his window, confused, only to find the lights in his room also switched on and Yeonjun staring at you. You give him a weak smile, which he returns and gestures for you to open your window. Your smile grows bigger as you pop open the window door, adjust the ladder the two of you had set up between your windows as kids, and watch Yeonjun crawl into your room.

"What brings you here?" you ask as he’s dusting himself off.

He stares at you for a long second and pulls you into his signature bear hug. You let go of all your worries and hug your best friend back—he’s the only one who can see that you need comforting.

After a couple of minutes, both of you settle down on the bed with some chips. He still hasn’t said anything, and you figure you owe him an apology anyway.

"I’m sorry, Jjunie... for everything." He smiles and apologizes back.

After a second, you realize something and whip your head to face your best friend, who had warned you against all this mess.

"You knew, didn’t you?" You couldn’t believe that your speculation could be right, but you had to know for yourself.

He looks confused for a second before he lets out a deep breath and nods. You can feel a big lump forming around your throat and you want Yeonjun to spell it out before your mind jumps into big conclusions, and as your longest and closest friend, he knows this too well.

"Y/n, I told you not to mess with Wooyoung because I knew he’d never treat you the way you thought he would. He is my best friend, but you’re family... I didn’t want you to get hurt. That’s why I told you to stay away."

The hot tears forming behind your eyes are threatening to spill, but you bite your lips and nod at Yeonjun’s words. You couldn’t believe that you lived with an illusion of the person you thought you knew for years. It feels like someone had taken away your pretty-pastel dream box and shattered it into pieces and said that you would never find it again. The lump in your throat is almost suffocating, yet you want to know more.

"And Chan..."

Yeonjun looks at you with a slight smirk, and it irks you.

"Chan was... a curveball I didn’t see coming. Of all the people you could’ve chosen to help you in this charade, I never thought you would choose Chan..."

A smile comes up on your face at the memory of what happened.

"Wait, what..." Yeonjun looks confused at your smile.

"So actually I didn’t ask Chan... after you said no in the locker room... he volunteered. He apparently overheard our conversation and offered to... well... you know..."

Yeonjun starts laughing at the revelation, and it leaves you more confused than you began with, so you start whining for Yeonjun to spill.

"Oh my God! Of course Chan was the one who volunteered! I should've known!"

When he finally calms down, he turns you to face him all serious.

"Y/n, I wish I could tell you everything, but you need to talk to Chan. The only thing I can tell you, though, is..." he boops your nose saying so, "he’s a good guy. Just be patient and talk to him. He should be the one to explain it to youo."

"Oh wow, Jjunie... that was so melodramatic. Just tell me what’s going on, please..." you whine.

"Nah nah nah... I wish... but it’s not my place to. Plus, Chan would kill me." He dramatically enacts being scared, and you playfully hit him in the arm and pout.

"But... I don't know if I want to talk to him. This all happened very bizzarely, one moment I liked Wooyoung and that turned out... not great... What if Chan turns out to be an illusion too?" You can feel your heartrate increase as the words leave your mouth. Yeonjun places his hands on your shoulder to ground you to reality.

"Hey, Y/n, don't be an idiot. Wooyoung was an illusion becuase you were in love with the idea of him. Chan is real! He knows you, and you know him. Just trust me, this is a good thing... I want you to be happy. Just please talk to him. Don't take any stupid decisions on your own"

You sigh. "Alright, I'll talk to him after the big game tomorrow!" "Now that's my girl!" Yeonjun beams at you as you grin brightly.

"Okay okay, you go sleep now. You've got a big game tomorrow Jjunie. And you need to bring your best!" "Aw, thank you!"

And with that, he bids you adieu. Although you are happy to finally make up with your best friend and have fun with him, his words leave boost your confidence.

You decide to finally text back Chan, now that you know what you want.

Y/N: Hey Channie, sorry I couldn't text... was caught up, thinking...

And before you could send all your texts he replies back.

Chan: Oh hi princess ❤️, good to hear from you!

Y/N: Why are you awake? You have a big game tomorrow!!

Chan: Couldn't sleep... a certain someone's silencce was keeping me awake

This drama queen!

Y/N: That's no excuse for an athlete! Y/N: Also I'm really sorry about that... we should talk, but now you need to sleep.

Chan: No sleep is for the weak. All I wanna do is talk! Chan: To you that is

Y/N: We will... after I watch you win the game tomorrow and treat you to victory lunch🥰

Chan: Oohh is that a heart and a smile I see! 🤯 I can't wait to see you tomorrow ♥ Chan: We really do need to talk. Chan: I've been going crazy since that night...

Aw poor Chan...

Y/N: We'll talk... but just know there's nothing to worry about 🥰

The next fifteen minutes is just Chan and you flirting on text until nyou both will yourself to fall asleep. And for the first time in three days, you sleep with a big smile on your face.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Today Chan's kiss was life-changing.

You did not remember how long it had been since you ran across the field to kiss him, but when you broke apart from the kiss- breathless, you felt like a different person.

Chan's full happy laugh fills you up as he holds your face in palms. He feels like a dream.

"Just so you know... I did not kiss you becuae people were watching... or because Wooyoung was watching..."

He raises his eyebrows at your words, a smirk dancing on his face. "Oh?" You can feel a blush creep up on your cheeks, spreading all over you.

"I kissed you because... I 'm just a stupid girl who thought fake relationships is the way to get someone's attention without realizing that there's already someone who gives me eveyrthing I could ask for and more. I am sorry to myself that I didn't understand that before, but I am happy I have you now... because I love you and I want you to be my boyfriend... for real, no rules or contracts." You manage to finally say, you're heart feeling 10x lighter.

Chan's smile feels like it could light up the whole world.

"I've always been ready to be your boyfriend, princess. I am glad you realized it now... I've been a big simp for too long now. " He jokes as your jaw drops to the floor at his revalation.

"Well, you don't have to stop simping now..." you say cheekily, and he laughs- the sound fillling every part of you.

"I don't plan to princess..." And before you could say anything he pulls you in for another soul-altering kiss.

This time you are force to stop due to someone coughing precociously and both of you turn to face Yeonjun. He's standing there with the rest of the team, all of them smiling at you. You feel so shy you shove your face in your hands and they all start laughing.

"Hey lovebirds, I am happy for you both but Chan needs to egt his ass in the locker room to talk with coach!" Yeonjun shouts as he walks away from the field.

"Yeah Yeah I'll be there!" Chan shouts back mid-giggles.

Hearing him you finally let go of Chan and push him towards the locker. He runs forward two steps then turns back, his big smile lighting up his eyes, walks toward you and gives one more tight kiss before running toward the locker rooms.

This man is straiight out of a romcom I swear!

Things weren't perfect now, you still had to figure out how to face Wooyoung in drama practice. But seeing Chan passionately play today, and realizing how much he risked to be with you even when he knew you liked his close friend, you decided to stick it out and try to fix things with Wooyoung.

There's always time to fix things later, for now you want to stay in the lavender haze you're in and enjoy the upcoming summer break with the most romcom-coded, kind-hearted, and hot boyfriend.

Everything else can come after, but now you're feeling high school at it's best and you're going to live it💖.

[velvetsupremacy]

Red Velvet Holiday Series (Yeri)

Prompt: Watching holiday movies

You watched as Yerim stared in awe at the scene before her, her eyes wide with surprise. Slowly, you removed your hands from where you had been shielding her eyes.

“You did this… for me?” she asked, her voice soft with amazement.

“Of course, baby,” you replied with a smile, your heart swelling as she continued to take in the effort you’d put in, recognizing the immense love you had for her.

Though Yerim was the type of girlfriend who loved teasing you and engaging in playful banter, you knew deep down she was a hopeless romantic. She was the kind of person who dreamed of having her own Peter Kavinsky to her Lara Jean - someone who would go the extra mile for her, just as she was always willing to do for you. And you were more than happy to fulfill every wish she had.

You remembered that before you and Yerim started dating, she had mentioned wanting to spend a cozy night in with her partner, watching holiday movies and cuddling under the softest blanket imaginable. So, you decided to make that dream come true, and then some.

You went all out: you signed up for every streaming service available to ensure she’d have a wide selection of movies to choose from, bought the fluffiest blankets and pillows, set up a romantic ambiance with soft LED lights, and lit apple-pumpkin scented candles to enhance the mood. You even gathered all of her favorite snacks, making sure that every detail was perfect for your time together. Yerim’s eyes widened as she took in the cozy setup, her gaze moving from the twinkling LED lights to the fluffy blankets and pillows.

“Wow, this is… amazing,” she said, her voice full of appreciation. She ran her fingers over the blankets, her lips curling into a playful smirk. “You really went all out, huh?”

You leaned back against the couch, giving her a sly grin. “Of course, anything for you. You deserve it.”

She raised an eyebrow, pretending to be shocked. “Oh? So I’m the one getting all this special treatment, huh?”

“Obviously,” you said, pulling her closer by the hand. “Anything for you.”

Yerim leaned in, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “Hmm, I bet you’d even let me steal the last piece of pizza, wouldn’t you?”

You gave her a dramatic look, tapping your chin like you were deep in thought. “Well, I might let you have it… but only if you promise to share the blanket, and the popcorn with me.”

She leaned in, her breath warm against your ear as she whispered, “I’ll share the pizza… if you’re ready to lose the popcorn toss challenge.”

The challenge was a bit you guys started as friends, and it only grew much more special as you became a couple.

You pulled back, raising an eyebrow. “Popcorn toss challenge, huh? You’re on.”

As you got comfortable on the couch, Yerim grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, but before she could hit play, she paused. “Okay, we need to start with Home Alone,” she declared, her voice filled with excitement. “It’s a must for any holiday movie night.”

You chuckled. “You know, you’re a little obsessed with that movie.”

She shot you a playful grin. “It’s a classic! Besides, it’s not like I’m asking for anything crazy. Just a little Macaulay Culkin to kick things off.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing. “Fine, fine. Home Alone it is. But don’t say I didn’t warn you - it’s my third time watching it this month.”

She winked at you, hitting play with a flourish. “What’s that? You’re already in the holiday spirit?”

Before you could respond, Yerim grabbed a piece of popcorn, holding it between her fingers like a pro. “Alright, here’s how it’s gonna go,” she said, eyeing you like a skilled athlete. “Popcorn toss challenge. First to three points wins.”

You smirked, ready to take her on. “Bring it on.”

She tossed the first piece with precision, aiming for your mouth. You leaned back dramatically, letting the piece fly right past you. “Missed!” you teased, grinning ear to ear.

Yerim gasped, clutching her chest. “Oh, you didn’t just do that.” You shrugged nonchalantly. “I couldn’t help it. That throw was too easy.”

She grabbed another piece, winding up like she was throwing a baseball. This time, she let it fly toward you with deadly accuracy. You opened your mouth wide, but as the popcorn came closer, you leaned back dramatically, the piece bouncing harmlessly off your nose.

Yerim burst out laughing. “Okay, that was a huge miss!”

“Hey!” you protested, trying to contain your own laughter. “It’s harder than it looks, okay?”

“Well, you definitely need some practice,” she teased, grabbing another handful and tossing it toward you. This time, you managed to catch it perfectly in your mouth, looking smug as you chewed. “That’s one point for me.”

Yerim pouted playfully. “You’re lucky. You won’t get away with that again.”

“You sure about that?” you teased, reaching for another piece of popcorn and aiming at her. You tossed it gently, but instead of landing in her mouth, it hit her square in the forehead.

You both stared at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter. “Nice shot,” she said between giggles, rubbing her forehead. “But you’re still not winning.”

The challenge continued, but neither of you could stop laughing long enough to take it seriously. At one point, Yerim tried to throw a piece into your mouth, but you ducked dramatically, letting it fall into your lap instead.

“You’re terrible!” she accused, poking your side.

You smirked. “I was just giving you a chance to catch up.”

“Well, you might need to catch up,” she shot back. “It’s tied now, so next one wins!”

Just as the movie reached a hilarious scene, you both leaned in for the final toss. Yerim, full of confidence, tossed one last piece toward you. With all the precision you could muster, you leaned forward, catching it perfectly in your mouth, throwing your arms in the air triumphantly.

“I won!” you cheered.

Yerim groaned playfully. “Alright, alright, you win. But don’t think this is over.”

You grinned, leaning back and pulling her into your side as the movie continued. “We’ll see about that. For now, though, I think we’ve earned a little break from the challenge.”

Yerim snuggled closer, her head resting on your shoulder. “I suppose. But I’ll be ready to take you down next time.”

You kissed the top of her head, smiling. “I’ll be waiting.”

And just like that, the playful teasing and lighthearted banter continued, as the two of you settled into the perfect holiday night - full of laughter, comfort, and the kind of love that made every moment feel like a movie scene itself.

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Pretty Girl - Peter Kavinsky

Pairing: Peter Kavinsky x Reader

Characters: Peter Kavinsky

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 430

Author: Hannah

Quite a few people had told you that the relationship you got into in high school wouldn’t last, that you were too young, and the relationship had no substance. Sure, a part of you could agree that you were young, but you knew plenty of relationships that’s started in high school and worked out just fine.

It felt good to prove those people wrong, as all through high school and college you and Peter had stayed strong.

The next step for the two of you was to find somewhere you live; you’d both got jobs back home, you’d both graduated with brilliant degrees, and you had been by each other’s sides the whole time.

A wave of nostalgia hit you as you heard Peter’s jeep pull up outside your childhood home. You remembered all the times he had picked you up for school, all the times that car had stayed overnight, and all the times that car had travelled back and forth from college to college.

“Come on pretty girl!” Peter yelled from his window.

You laughed to yourself as you left the house, and your heart swelled as you saw Peter leaning against the side of his jeep.

“There’s my pretty girl,” he pulled you into a hug as he spoke and kissed the top of your head. “Let’s go find a house.”

The both of you climbed into the jeep and before Peter had even left your driveway, he had intertwined his fingers with yours.

You glanced over at him as he drove and found yourself smiling. Peter saw you out of the corner of his eye and chuckled. 

“You make me happy,” you told him as he stopped at a red light. “Like really happy.”

His smile melted you for the trillionth time that morning. “As if that wasn’t obvious the past seven years.”

You rolled your eyes making him laugh.

“You make me happy too Y/N, more than you’ll ever know,” he told you earnestly, quickly leaning over to kiss your cheek.

You giggled as he tickled your thigh whilst driving, and he only stopped once you held his hand with both of yours.

As Peter drove you couldn’t help but let your mind wander to your future. Finding a house was daunting, but it was all the two of you had talked about your last year of college – where you wanted to live, your must-haves, even colour schemes.

Whilst it was daunting, you were beyond excited to start the next chapter. As you looked over at Peter, you had never been surer of your future.

[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. 

Masterlist

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. 

-

“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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Cloud Nine | Peter Kavinsky

Word Count: 2.1K+ 

Warnings: Very light make out sesh, slight mention of anxiety, angst, cheating. 

A/N: Hey guys! My name is Lae and this is my first imagine as I’m hopping on the Noah Centineo bandwagon. Let me know if you like this one and would like more. Request are always open. Happy reading! 

          This was definitely not how I would typically spend my Saturday night, but Stasia, my best friend certainly had other plans for us tonight. It was supposed to be a quiet night at my house, binging on popcorn and cheese puffs, but then her boyfriend called. As soon as she picked up the phone, I knew we were going wherever Ace wanted. I didn’t mind too much and Stasia seemed happy with Ace, so I never pushed. If I had known where we would end up that night, I would’ve stayed as close to my bed as humanly possible. Nevertheless, I sat in the backseat of Ace’s jeep, third wheeling once again.  

          “Stasia, did we really have to come to the lacrosse game? He’s here.” Y/N didn’t like to come to school events anymore, really. Partly, because my ex boyfriend was always apart of them, front and center. It was one of the reasons why I loved him so much, but now it was just goddamn annoying. “C’mon honey, he’s on the field it’s not like you’re going to see him. It’ll be fine.” 

         We continued to walked up to ticket booth, showing them our student passes before headed to find a seat on the bleachers. Thankfully, the game had already stared, so we didn’t have to endure all the pre-game nonsense. I respected the sport, I really did, but I didn’t want to see him lead the team out on their first playoff game with everyone screaming his name. Just wasn’t something I wanted to witness or be a part of anymore.

          I hated myself for spotting him immediately, even with his helmet on. His signature white compression, tights he wore underneath his shorts giving him away. Plus, he was the only one wearing them on the field, so it was easy for me to spot him. I tried to pay attention to the conversation Ace and Stasia we’re having, but here I was again, completely enthralled by him. He always had this effect on me, even when we were dating. I couldn’t believe he was my boyfriend and that he wanted me, he chose me. 

          He had been everything to me. He was my best friend who ended up being my boyfriend, but I hadn’t seen him since everything happened. Frankly, I don’t know if I ever wanted to see him. Yet, here I was at his dumbass lacrosse game, courtesy of Ace and Stasia’s need to join the rest of civilization. Although, being here, it made me wonder if I done the right thing. In the moment, it felt like I had all those months ago but seeing him again didn’t clarify any doubts I was currently feeling about him. 

          I watched as the clock winded down to zero, the ring of the buzzer filling the stadium. Everyone cheering loudly due to the win the lacrosse teams scored tonight. The spirits were at a high tonight, and it wasn’t just because of the stoners smoking their blunts. Maybe I could actually use one right now. 

          “You okay, babe?” Y/N looked over at her and gave Stasia a half smile, it was the best I could do given the circumstances. I knew I had zoned out for a moment, so Stasia was waiting for me patiently with her impatient boyfriend.c 

          “Stas, I think I’m gonna stick around for a bit. You guys don’t have to wait up. I’ll be fine.” She gave you a nod, knowing this wasn’t something she should push, before ushering Ace in the other direction towards the exit.

          As soon as everyone filled out of the field, that’s when I began walking towards the locker room before I even knew where my feet were carrying me.  I stood to the far right of the entrance, waiting for everyone to come out, knowing he’s always the last one to leave. I felt my palms begin to sweat, and my hands began to shake but I couldn’t back out. This was the closest I had come to confronting him in the months we’d had been apart. I needed to do this for me. A few moments later he came out of the locker room, and I couldn’t believe it was him. Right in front of me. His tall stature making me feeling incredibly small, insignificant even. 

          “Peter?” He stopped dead in his tracks, knowing that voice was only existed in his dreams now. You couldn’t really be here. You never were anymore. If he tried to talk to you, you always went in the other direction. Peter tried for a few months, but eventually gave up on being your friend again. You so clearly wanted nothing to do with him and he had to accept it. Although, he still found himself thinking about you from time to time. You were his first and he was yours, it was hard to give up something like that. 

          “Y/N? What are you doing here?” I wasn’t really sure what to say. I didn’t really know why I thought this was a good idea. I knew it wasn’t. If it included Peter and I, it never was. We tried to make ourselves fit as a couple so hard, but we just never did. 

          “I actually don’t know. Just, um, please forget you saw me here tonight. Cool? Thanks.” I tried to walk away from him, but he grabbed my hand, pulling me towards him.

         For the first time in months, I was looking at Peter and he was focused in on me and it felt suffocating. His hand had intertwined with mine, while the other left limp at my side. Peter’s curls fell perfectly on his face, still looked a little damp, but perfect nonetheless. 

            God, the way he was looking at me had to be intoxicating. He looked like a deer in headlights, and I wasn’t sure if I should feel prideful that I still had this effect on him or frightened I still did. The beautiful brown haired boy with wholesome brown eyes, looking down on me like I aligned the stars in the sky. Just for him, but we both knew I wasn’t that kind. 

          “Please, don’t go yet. I need a second with you.” I gulped, very fucking loudly or at least that’s what it felt like. My nerves already kicking in with the slight physical contact with Peter.

          Then, his hand left mine and I felt exposed in the cool autumn hair without his warmth until I felt his hands cupped my cheeks, and I felt warm again. Peter’s thumb slowly grazed my lip, which had to be quivering by now, but I was completely okay with it this time around. Slowly, he leaned down so his forehead was leaning against mine, shuffling his body closer to mine. My hands found his waist, wanting to feel secure while I’m with him a moment longer. It didn’t matter how long it had been or the issues we had with one another, he was my home. Whether it was platonically or romantically, it was the truth. 

          Peter was so close to me now. So close. I could hear every breath he inhaled, and feel every exhale. “Please, don’t leave me again.” My heart broke at Peter’s words, yet I said nothing. We just continued to hold each other, neither of us wanting the moment to end. Although, maybe Peter knew this wasn’t good for either of us, so he backed away, losing any contact we once held before.

          Peter stood there uncomfortably, the intimacy of the moment they shared suddenly hitting him. He knew he shouldn’t have been this close with you, especially not when he had a girlfriend.

          “Yeah, right. How could I forget? I should go, Peter. I’m sorry.” I walked away from him and I began walking home, alone and in the dark. Such a perfect fit in comparison to the rest of her life. Until, Peter ran up towards you, against all internal wishes you had for yourself and for him as well. 

          “Y/N, I can’t let you walk alone, in the dark at night. Let me take you home.” You knew he was right so you let him do just that. Here you were again, in Peter’s Jeep and you could almost smell her perfume lingering in his car. Every time you thought of her, you felt like you didn’t have a place with him anymore. She was his best friend and his girlfriend. What could you be to him? You had been replaced and as selfish as it sounds you wanted to be that to him again but reality is a real bitch slap in the face. 

          There you sat confused as ever when Peter’s hand found your exposed thigh, your short dress slightly hiked up. I looked up at him, but his line of focus stood with the road in front of him. I decided not to think anything of it as I faced the other window. 

          Finally, we arrived at my home, which was right next to Peter’s. Always so convenient as he would like to say. For some reason, we both still sat in the car with the engine still on. Maybe we didn’t want the night to end because when it did, I’d have to forget about this night entirely if I still wanted to maintain my sanity.  

          “I want to say something just in case I never get to say it again.” Y/N looked at Peter again, before slowly nodding her head, waiting for him to speak. Silently, scared of what he might say. 

          “You need to know I never meant to hurt you. The way it all went down wasn’t my intention nor was it the plan. I loved you, Y/N. More than I have loved anyone, and I fucked it up. I know that. I should’ve went to you about everything, but I went to Lara Jean and it’s so fucking messy, now. I made my choice and I know I should stick to it, but don’t I have the right to change my mind?” I shook my head. He’s just having a lapse of misconstructed judgement, and then this feeling will be over. He’ll be over me, and I’ll be the one that has to move on. Peter will be with Lara Jean, and I’ll be the one alone, once again. Setting the reset button all over again was something I was so desperately trying to avoid. 

          “Peter, just leave it alone. All three of us know, Lara Jean is the one you’re in love with. Let’s all do each other a favor and bury this in the ground and never dig it up again.” I never understood why Peter couldn’t just leave it, alone. I just wanted to leave it all in the past.

          I unbuckled my seat belt, turning to say goodbye to him, before I left the car but he had other plans. Before I even knew it was happening, he grabbed me by the waist, lifting me over to his side, so I was sitting on his lap.

          “Peter, what the hell is your problem?” There he sat, as he stared at me intensely, without uttering a sound. In the back of my mind, I had the itching reminder that the boy’s lap I’m sitting on has a girlfriend. I tried to remove myself from him by opening the door, but Peter just closed it shut again. Persistent as ever.

          “Fuck. You’re my problem. You always will be.” With that, he’s lips found mine and I forgot every thought roaming through my head. My fingers threaded through his curly locks, as I kissed him back with a passion I hadn’t felt in so long. He’s tongue traced my bottom lip, side to side, teasing for an entrance I wasn’t willing to give, just yet.

          Peter grabbed me by my hips, encouraging me to move them with his own. I immediately gasped out in surprise, his tongue slotting in at the moment of vulnerability. He kissed me as if this was going to be the last time, and I believe it would be. So, I was going to do something I’d only ever done with Peter. I don’t think it’ll ever feel right if I ever did it with anyon me else. This was the chance which was given to me and I would take. I would accept any consequences along with it.

          I pulled away from Peter for just a second, slipping off my lace thong, before stuffing it in the pocket of his gym shorts. Kissing him hard and fast, once again.

          Peter was now clear on exactly where this was going and part of him wishes this would end, for Lara Jean’s sake and for his own. He didn’t know if he could ever come back from this or how he would. There was a clear line he was crossing with Y/N and he wasn’t sure if he was ready for it. 

          It wasn’t that Peter didn’t want to have sex with you because he really fucking did. You were the most beautiful person he ever had the pleasure of knowing, inside and out. You genuinely cared about people, and always put everyone’s needs before your own, but he had a girlfriend. Peter definitely didn’t want to make you feel like the other woman. It wasn’t who you were to him and he didn’t want to compromise who you were just because he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. Peter knew everything you stood for and it’s why he loved you so much. He would hate himself if he turned you into the other woman.  

          Peter pulled away from you, detaching his lips from your for a moment. “Can we pause for a second?” I nodded slightly, thinking I did something wrong. Honestly, what had I been thinking? Peter would come back running to me when he had Lara Jean. She was perfect. They were perfect together. Yet, here I was again with him. Awkwardly, just sitting in his lap with my panties in his pocket completely exposed to him.

          “Umm, did I, uh, do something wrong?” I ran my finger through my hair nervously like I always did, before returning them to my lap. I knew I was being absolutely selfish in this scenario, but it was Peter. I couldn’t help it when it came to him. 

          “No, of course not. You’re perfect.” Peter cradled my face in his left hand, with his right arm around my waist. “It’s just, um, Lara Jean and I are still together and I need to figure some stuff out. Yeah?” I nodded my head, understanding the situation I had put us in. I needed to give him time to process everything that had happened between us and maybe I did to. This was Peter Kavinsky we were talking about. There was always strings attached, most of the time they were pulling at my heart. 

          Before, I could say or do anything I heard a loud knock on the door and I was faced with Lara Jean with a look that would kill as I sat on Peter’s lap with my thong hanging out of his shorts. 

Fuck, what had I gotten myself into. 

[harrys-oh-anna]

The Morning After

Warnings. None, just fluff, a night at a bar and an affectionate Noah :’)

Tip: The picture above is Noah, facing you at the breakfast table. (I’m done...)

Plot: Your friend dragged you out to a bar and somehow you managed to spend the night with a very handsome guy. But what does the morning after hold for you two?

“No, no, don’t hide from me, darling.” He snickered, holding your hands to his chest.

“Yep, here we go. Well see, what do we have here? A very shy Y/N. What a nice view to look at this particular morning” he slowly let go of you as he beamed, taking a short glimpse of our lips.

“What do you think of breakfast?” he asked “I can cook the best breakfast in the whole wide world. Toast with fried eggs and bacon, sounds good?”

You nodded. “Do you have peanut butter as well?” a grin playing around your lips as you suddenly noticed how hungry you actually were.

“Yeah I do. So do you rather want some peanut butter toast?” he asked, his fingers lightly placing falling hair behind you ear.

“No, I need it for ‘The Elvis’.”

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The first thing you noticed when you woke up this morning was the sound of the rain pounding against the window. You felt warm, totally secure and in peace. You heard low puffs of breathing and a radiant heat from behind you, which made you curl up in the sheets even more. You enjoyed the silence and the thunderstorm. It calmed you, knowing that the nature was drowning, while you were cosied up.You slowly opened your still heavy eyes, taking in your surroundings. The rain was hitting the window hard and the dimly lit room was soothing, It was a blank room in white and cream shades, being decorated with a few grey accents - and your clothes on the floor.

You had to smile, remembering last night as you slowly turned around to the snoring person laying sprawled out next to you. You put the covers upwards to your chin, hiding in them so the cold air of the room couldn’t get to you, as their heaviness comforted you even more. You were able to smell his Cologne on the bed sheets, as you inhaled deeply. He was sleeping peacefully with his mouth a tad open, snoring quietly. His face at total rest while his bare chest was raising steadily. It all felt so natural. You still can’t believe the actions of last night and how the night played out.

Your friend Janine came over to yours to held your weekly movie-night. Yet as she turned up your doorstep, not wearing her worn-out jumper and some joggers, but instead a nice dress and some heels, you knew that you wouldn’t get to watch your favourite rom-com on TV. You were just ten minutes into the film as she finally succeeded in persuading you to go out and about. You agreed reluctantly. Usually you would be watching at least two movies, while snacking and chatting along to it. Yet as she didn’t want to stop annoying you about how girls your age should get out of their flat on a Friday night, partying. That it has been months since you two went to a Karaoke Bar and how you two could still do a movie-night the next day. And that’s why you found yourself running down the busy night streets of LA, thirty minutes later. The pelting rain, which suddenly appeared after you left your apartment building, hitting hard on your face. You couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about how you actually preferred a night in, sipping a few glasses of the cheap red wine and sinning on these chocolate cookies. But instead you were cold, totally drenched from head to toe (you were sure your socks and knickers were soaked as well) and the Karaoke Bar wasn’t in sight at all.

Janine was rushing you through a small alley as a sign with the word “Bar” in bold red letters appeared. You didn’t have to think twice to seek some shelter in it, waiting for the rain to stop and to warm up a bit. Frankly, the outside of the bar didn’t look welcoming at all and you were sure you didn’t want to spend more time than needed inside, but it was better than standing outside for sure. Maybe the barkeeper could call you a cap, so you could finally head home and catch a few late-night episodes of the Friends re-run.

But except from entering a worn-down biker bar with some old men drinking beer, you were flashed with an interior that didn’t quite match the concrete façade altogether. The whole room was flooded with fairy-lights, while a dark brown wooden counter rested in the middle of the room and armchairs were spread around the whole place, inviting guests to sprawl themselves in. Your eyes beamed as you saw a big shelf reaching from one side of the room to the other, full of different kinds of books. You instantly fell in love with this place and weren’t that mad anymore to have left your cosy home.

Janine headed to the bar, ordering some drinks, while you settled down on an armchair in the very back of the room, listening to the banter of the people around you. You really enjoyed hearing them laugh and having fun. There even was a live band covering songs to which you sang along and the more your glass of alcohol emptied the more your inside heated up again.

You didn’t know how long you already were in here, but as your returned from your way to the bar desk, ordering another round for your table, you suddenly bumped into a strong broad shoulder. You never were a solid standing person and so the encounter threw you back a bit, making you fall onto the ground. But before you really touched it, your right hand was grabbed, and you were already pulled back up on your feet by the owner of said broad shoulder.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry. Stupid me. Are you alright down there?” the boy in front of you asked. You opened your eyes, which you automatically closed as you were awaiting your bum to hit the ground. But instead of looking in some random boring face, you stared directly in a pair of warm and worried looking brown eyes, scanning your face for any hint of anger. You couldn’t move, you were paralyzed. This boy literally took your breath away. You could not believe the affect his eyes had on your mind.

“Is everything good?” he asked once again. You shook your head to get rid of the fog inside your head. You weren’t sure if your brain was working that slow because of the alcohol in your system or because he was just so handsome.

“No, I’m a little… No, I mean yes. Yes, I’m alright. Thanks for catching me. Sometimes I’m a bit clumsy.” You uttered, offering him a little smile, which he returned warm-hearted.

“Don’t worry. It was my fault, shouldn’t have turned over that fast. But I slipped earlier, and everyone saw, so jokes on me, right? The whole rain makes everything slippery, I guess.” He paused, smiling at you again. “I’m Noah, by the way.”

“Yeah, the rain is terrible. It totally drenched my friend and me. My clothes are still wet and - oh, I’m Y/N, Nice to – “

You stopped mid-sentence as you suddenly were aware that he didn’t let go of your hand since he pulled you up. And you didn’t let go either. You stared at your entwined hands for a moment, but quickly pulled yours back, while the heat of embarrassment was creeping up your cheeks, tinting them in a soft pink. Noah chuckled at your reaction as he pulled his one away as well, scratching the back of his head with it. The short conversation was followed by a bit of silence, in which both of you didn’t know what do or say. But as you decided to end this whole encounter with showing him another smile and already wanted to raise your hand to wave him goodbye, it seemed like he gained back his consciousness and eventually spoke up once more.

“I know it’s already late, but I wanted to fetch my friend Mark from this bar, he works here, but he just told me that he isn’t done yet. So if you’re free, I can get us a few drinks until his shift’s over and your clothes are dry again. But only if you want to, you know, like if you’re not busy or – “Noah rambled, eying his shoes as his cheeks flushed a light pink as well. You couldn’t believe how well the tint fitted his olive skin tone, making him even more adorable.  

“No! I’m not busy. My friend’s sitting over there, you can join us” you answered him relieved, pointing over to Janine, who was already watching curiously what was going on between you and the good-looking stranger. He showed you a wide grin, as he followed you to your booth.

A few hours later his friend’s shift has ended a long time ago and your clothes had been dry since forever as you were still glued on the armchairs, having fun. After he told you a bit about himself, you made up your mind that Noah was indeed a charming guy, with a big heart and with whom you could have a lot of fun. As the night dragged on you did also notice how he seemed to scoot over closer to you from time to time. At first, he was just sitting next to you, asking you some random questions about why you moved from the UK to the US and listened attentively to what you want to become once you have finished Uni. But as the amount of alcohol increased he started to loosen up a bit more and cracked silly jokes, which never failed to make you laugh out loud, almost spitting out your drink, while he worked on slinging his arm over the back of your chair, slowly wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pulling you a bit more into his side. Or how he “accidently” kept stroking your knee with his until it rested next to yours, touching it totally. But in the last hour he had grown even more confident and put his hand closer and closer to your thigh until he ended up with drawing little patterns on it absently while he was wrapped up into the playful discussion your best friend and Mark, who joined you as well, had going. Chuckling lowly on how serious both took the banter.

You would be lying if you said that it didn’t startled you at first. No one has ever been that forward with you after such a short amount of time  and the thought creeped into your head that he may was just an affectionate drunk and acted the same with his friends on a night out. Yet as he continued glancing over to you and taking in every single word you said, you caught your heart speeding faster and louder. You suddenly felt so enclosed with him, like you had known him for years. There was this kind of bond, something unknown pulling you closer to each other every worn on second and it felt good. Even if it was just for this moment.

As the bar owner finally called it a night, you felt disappointment and didn’t want to say goodbye just yet, fearing that you probably will never see him again. But as the four of you were walking down the street, Janine and Mark in front of Noah and you, his finger kept brushing against yours, sending little sparks whenever you fairly touched. You held your breath as you gathered all your courage. You intertwined your fingers with his, eying him sideways to take in his reaction. You already wanted to let go of it as the outer corners of your eyes saw how a smile spread on Noah’s face. He pulled your body   a bit back,slowing you down so the other two wouldn’t hear what he was about to say. He eyed you hopefully as he told you that his place was just a few minutes of a cab ride away and, if he remembers it correctly, he still had some hot chocolate left in his kitchen cabin. You both could sip on it , while he showed you his Vinyl Collection he told you earlier about. He also offered you his guest room to crash in, so you didn’t have to drive home late at night.

You eagerly nodded, agreeing on him as his eyes lit up. He tucked you under his arm, yelling to the other ones, that you two would be leaving. You promised Janine to text her as soon as you were at his home and to stay in contact with her just to make sure that he wasn’t a serial killer, who was keen on killing you, while Mark was pulling kissing faces into your direction, to which Noah, plastered with a lopsided grin, only shook his head to.

The cab ride was full of careful touches and giggly conversation, raging a fire in your belly for him as he didn’t stop to compliment you.

“You know, she’s the prettiest girl I have ever seen”, he told the cab driver as if you weren’t sitting right next to him, with your head rested on his shoulder, hiding your blushing cheeks, while he stroked his thumb over your still intertwined hands.

“She’s just … I don’t know … I’m speechless. And I swear her name’s the prettiest I’ve ever heard as well. Breath-taking. That’s the right word. She’s totally breath-taking.” He rambled on.

The cab driver just hummed, not really spending attention to what he was saying. But it didn’t matter, because you soaked in every word and somehow, he made you feel special and giddy at the same time. Needless to say, that you didn’t spent the night in his guest room, but instead in his master’s bedroom. Which takes you to where you are right now. In Noah’s king-sized bed, tucked underneath the heavy grey covers.

You watched him, as his browns frowned and a subtle pout appeared on his lips. Taking in every single detail of him to remember it for later. The longer you overserved him, how his lips moved in his sleep, how he seemed so calm and so perfect, the more insecure you became. What if he expected you to be gone before he wakes up? He was a good looking guy and he had for sure brought some other girls in here as well, you weren’t the only one. Suddenly you were unsure if you should leave or stay, you’ve never been one to make love with someone you’ve just met before and so you had absolutely no idea which was the right way to behave. What if he didn’t feel the same connection as you? Or what if he now, being sober, doesn’t see anything attractive in you? On the other hand wouldn’t it be even more strange to just leave? What if he catches you right in the act? Waking up right in the moment when you pull up your pants?

But before you could even make up your mind on what was the best thing to do, you heard him lowly mumbling as he lazily started to stretch out his long limbs and turned over onto his side body, facing you and wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his chest. Your heart stopped beating as his warm hand stroke your heated skin underneath his shirt you were wearing. He slowly fluttered his droopy eyes open, squinting to adjust to the light as they finally focus on you. He instantly flashed you a sleepy lopsided smile.

“Good morning” his voice was still raspy, but you didn’t mind at all. Not one bit.

“Good morning” you chirped back, your voice being muffled, since the blanket still covered half of your face.

“Are you still freezing? Thought last night’s actions should have warmed you up” he chuckled lowly, wiggling his eyebrows in a mocking way. But as he saw how your cheeks glowed up in a dark pink once again and your eyes refused to meet his, he couldn’t stop his chuckles. His name escaped your lips in a scolding tone, while you were trying to hide your face furthermore in the heavy duvet. Noah just hugged your body closer, as his eyes sparkled even more. The memories of what you two have done in his bed in the early morning hours flashed your mind as he kept trying to pull your hands down gently. You couldn’t help but join into his chuckles.

“No, no, don’t hide from me, darling.” He snickered, holding your hands to his chest.

“Yep, here we go. Well see, what do we have here? A very shy Y/N. What a nice view to look at this particular morning” he slowly let go of you as he beamed, taking a short glimpse of our lips.

You couldn’t resist but just smile widely from ear to ear as well, being totally unable to wipe it off your face anytime soon, you felt like a little child falling in love for the first time over again. But there was no help in sight. His long chocolate curls were hanging low into his face and you had to withdraw the need to stroke them softly out his gorgeous eyes, which stared so intensively into yours, spreading a warm fuzzy feeling in your belly.

“What do you think of breakfast?” he asked “I can cook the best breakfast in the whole wide world. Toast with fried eggs and bacon, sounds good?”

You nodded. “Do you have peanut butter as well?” a grin playing around your lips as you suddenly noticed how hungry you actually were.

“Yeah I do. So do you rather want some peanut butter toast?” he asked, his fingers lightly placing falling hair behind you ear.

“No, I need it for ‘The Elvis’.”

He kept his glance on you for a few more seconds, trying to understand if you were joking or not.

“The Elvis?” he asked, looking confused as ever.

“Yep, it’s my special treat for special days.” you explained, already thinking about hoe good it will feel to feed your tummy.

“Alright, but what is ‘The Elvis’?” he tried once more, still not knowing what about exactly you were so fond.

“Are you serious? You don’t know what ‘The Elvis’ is?” you looked him dead in the eye as he just shrugged his shoulders, shaking his head no.

“And I thought you were the American.” You fake gasped “Peanut butter and Bacon? Aka the best combination ever? Sweet meets salty! You need to try it!” you exclaimed, sitting up excitedly on the bed.

He watched you sternly for another second unsure if this really was something nice to eat, but as he saw how your lips were puckering, you both fitted in another giggle.

“That’s sounds so strange, I need to try it myself.” he told you before he got out of the bed, handing you over a big hoodie and some joggers to put atop of his big T-Shirt hanging long on your shoulder.

“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it!”you reminded him proudly.

After he left the bedroom, you headed to the bathroom to brush your teeth. You heared him lowly humming along to a song on the radio as you passed a mirror in the hallway and took a sight of yourself in it. Even though the clothes were way too big, you liked the way you looked in them or rather drowned in. Totally wrapped up in Noah and Noah’s smell, you grinned like a Cheshire cat as you entered the bathroom.

While you were getting ready, Noah has started to prepare your breakfast. You didn’t miss the way he was eying you as you walked into the kitchen, propping yourself up on the counter across of where he was standing, peering into the pan where he scrambled some eggs. He also wore a big hoodie and some joggers, matching your look quite well. You drowned in the thought of how nice it would feel to cuddle him right here and right now. He seemed so fluffy and cuddly, with his tousled hair and observant look on you. You could get used to him, faster than you liked.

You were torn out of your imagination as Noah handed you a big pastel green cup with white dots on it and a dark brown liquid inside. It smelled incredible sweet and reminded you of your childhood as you took a sip. You hummed pleased as the warm chocolate taste was slowly spreading on your tongue. Noah watched you curiously.

“Promised you a hot chocolate last night and I keep my promises. Do you like it?”

“It tastes amazing. It’s the best hot chocolate I’ve ever had, it really is.” You told him as you took another sip of the warm liquid. You may as well never want to drink any other hot chocolate. It’s sweet but not too sweet and you could drown in it. Not like you would ever tell him, but no matter what he had poured into this cup, you would have devoured it.

“Lucky me, I feared you would instantly run off if you didn’t like it. I have no croissants though.” He was filling two plates with scrambled eggs and carried them to the kitchen table, so you both could sit down.

Two hours later your bellies were filled with delicious food and you had poured down your second cup of the sweet liquid, as you kept on talking. Everything just felt so at ease with him, so carefree. You hadn’t felt like this since a long time. Around him it wasn’t hard to be yourself. You forgot every worry on your mind.  He was everything you ever wanted. There was almost no topic, you couldn’t talk about. And he really seemed to care about your life. You spotted how he always crinkled his nose when you had an amusement story to tell about your daily life, which made him cackle or how his eyes travelled down to your lips when you were rambling on about some random things that happened to you recently. And you identified a special way of tenderness when he did it, leading your heart to almost burst. Right as he was telling you a story about how he once was bitten by dog but how he still loved them with all his heart, your mobile phone started ringing, bringing you both back into reality.

“Well, guess I have to leave. I promised my neighbour to go grocery shopping with her today. She’s pretty old and can’t do it on her own, so I need to help her out. She’s already waiting.” You explained, after you ended the phone call with the elderly woman, putting it back into your bag as you sat up from the table, quickly entering the bedroom to put on your last night’s clothes.

Noah’s feet were tapping nervously as he waited for you at his front door, leaning at the wall next to it. You both just stared at each other in silence, a tensed mood filling the room as no one knew how to say goodbye to each other. You two were far from dating or being friends but had shared something so personal last night, as you drifted into your own world, totally forgetting that it was still spinning outside. After a few more unsure eye shots, Noah just pulled you into an awkward side hug, slowly putting the hoodie he wore earlier over your head as he let go off you.

“You can wear it for your way home. You know, it’s still chilly out there and you seem to be always freezing. So yeah, you can keep it.”

You were surprised by his act of kindness and how he cared about you, being a bit speechless, but you gained your senses back quite quickly as butterflies started to explode in your belly. How could he be so affectionate and caring? You put your arms through the sleeves, rolling them up, so your hands weren’t hidden anymore.

“Thanks, I will bring it over to yours and leave it at your front door this week. Alright?” You stated.

“Nah. Really, keep it. I have hundreds of them folded in my closet and it looks better on you anyway.” He smirked a lopsided grin, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at his cheesy comment, while rolling your eyes. You were a bit sad, that he didn’t want it back, you would have tried to accidently meet him, when you were placing it. On the brightside you at least had a little reminder of him in which you could burry yourself into for those lonely nights.

You hugged him once again, this time squeezing him tighter than before and waved him goodbye as you stepped outside, rushing down the pathway of his house. However, before you could even make it halfway to his gate you heard him shouting out.

“Y/N?” you turned around and walked the path up to him again, meeting him at the front door where he was standing, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his joggers.

“What do you think about doing it the right way?” he broke through another short silence.

“The right way? What do you mean?” you frowned, not quite understanding where he was heading.

“Like taking you out on a proper date, really getting to know you and you really getting to know me. Usually I don’t do this whole thing. You know. This whole “one night and leave the morning after”. But you just overwhelmed me yesterday. How flustered you looked as you entered the bar in your wet clothes and how happy you turned when you saw the bookshelf. And suddenly you didn’t seem to longer care about the rain leaving you drenched. You just sang along to the songs and enjoyed where life has thrown you into. I just don’t know. You had me wrapped up. Yeah, so I would be really happy if you would like to go on a date with me.” He looked you seriously in the eyes, hoping you would understand what he means, hoping you were feeling the same way. His heart was beating rapidly.

“Wait, so you noticed me before you bumped into me?”

“Yeah.” He answered, looking a tad frustrated that this was the only thing you seemed to have heard.

“I’m still sorry for that, by the way. But I’m also glad it happened, not gonna lie. I had no idea on how to approach you at all. Feels like it was destiny.” He shrugged his shoulders, a heat creeping up his neck. “Well stop, scratch the destiny part. Sounds pretty stupid.” He frowned.

You stared at him blankly, before you broke into a fit of uncontrolled laughter. He just blinked, not being able to read your reaction, but you couldn’t help it. Somehow it was one of the cutest ways someone has ever asked you out and somehow you couldn’t get the picture out of your head how you met someone so lovely while almost falling on your bum.

“Believe me, you could have hit on me with one of these cheesy lines and I wouldn’t have turned you down.” You paused for a second, while grinning from ear to ear.

“If I had just realized this back then, I know like a ton.” A relieved smile broke onto his lips.

“Well, you need to give me a taster of them when we go on our date then. Don’t want to miss this unique experience.”

“Wait, Really? You want me to take you out on a date?” he beamed at you stunned.

“Yes. I really do.” You nodded at him assuring, as his eyes twinkled even more.

“How about Sunday morning? I can fetch you and we can go to this little French café. It serves the best croissants.” He suggested as you were already agreeing.

After you both were finally able to part, giggling like little teenager as you were exchanging phone numbers, you were eventually on your way back home, not believing how much changed in one night.

And as the sun slowly made its way from hiding behind the dark clouds, warming up your face, leaving the whole rain behind. You think about how you have never been more thankful for a rainy night in LA.

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A/N: Thank you all so much for your kind words about the PreView. I really poured my heart into it, and I do hope to meet your expectations! Lots of love out to you all. Spread kindess, spread positivity and enjoy life! -Anna

[noahcentineotm-blog]

➙ “If you make any noise, they’ll find us. So be quiet.”

➙ Noah Centineo imagine | #17 🌼

“Move over” you giggled, trying to swat his chest as he layed over you. Literally, on top of you.

“No, I’m comfortable” He slurred, his face pressed against your chest.

“Noah” you squealed while giggle trying to wiggle underneath him.

“Shhh” he mumbled moving his face from your chest to the crock of your neck, placing a quick kiss before nuzzling into it “If you make any noise, they’ll find us. So be quiet.” his lips brushing against your neck with every word he spoke, only causing you to laugh even harder.

He was supposed to be on for an interview in a little and with not seeing much of eachother today, Noah decide it would be a good idea to sneak away to the dressing room for some time alone. The most obvious place to be, yeah. But you were alone, and that’s all that mattered.

“you’re crushing me, babe” you whined, but let out a little sigh when you felt him kiss your neck, trailing his way from the base of your neck and making his way up. Your hand instinctively went under his shirt and trailed up and down his bare back. Once he reached your face, he pressed his forehead against yours.

“I’m sorry, baby” he mumbled against your lips before flipping you over so he was now laying, back pressed against the couch with you straddling him. His hands went to your hips, holding you in place as you leaned down reconnecting your lips.

Your hips bucked against him when you felt his hand slip under your top and onto the peak of your back, also causing you to arch into him making a small moan slip out from him.

you pulled away, your forehead still against his “If you make any noise they’ll find us, so be quiet” you mocked him with a smile and an eye roll to break the tension. you weren’t going to start something he couldn’t finish, he had an interview in literally five minutes.

His hands griped your waist even harder as he laughed “you drive me crazy, Babe”

You leaned back in giving him a quick peck “you love me” you cooed, your fingers going through his hair messing with his curls.

➙ A/N: Taking requests

[probably-writing-x]

No Apologies.

~A Noah Centineo Imagine~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~Noah's POV~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~Flashback~~~

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

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

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

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

"And realistically, Spiderman could just-"

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

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

~~~Present Day~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[lausscribbles]

A Good Excuse x Peter Kavinsky

Based on following ���AU’ : ‘How the hell does your cat keep getting into my house’ 

 ‘Meow, meow.’

You sigh when you hear the all too familiar sound downstairs. ‘That damn cat,’ you mutter, while you get up from behind your desk and walk downstairs. And there he indeed is again, the black and white kitten from your neighbors. ‘How do you keep on doing it?’ You wonder aloud, walking towards the kitten who’s sitting on the kitchen table, with what seems a smug expression on her snout. While softly petting the cat, who’s clearly enjoying it judging by its purring noises, another uninvited guest comes in. ‘Is he here? Is Bubbles here?’ ‘Yeah yeah,’ you say back, picking up the kitten and walking towards the back door where Peter Kavinsky is standing. ‘Here he is.’ ‘Pfoeh, okay, good,’ he smiles, showing off his teeth, and slowly taking the kitten from you. ‘I’m so sorry.’ ‘I just don’t understand how the hell your cat keeps on getting into my house,’ you frown. Your parents had placed a fence, and another barbered wired fence, and any other way to possibly keep a kitten out of the house, but still, the adorable little guy found ways to sneak in. ‘I guess he just can’t keep away from you,’ Peter says, while softly muttering to the kitten. ‘Yeah, he must be taking after his dad, huh?’ Peter looks up, his cheeks getting a tad darker, and looking as if you just found out his biggest secret. He then slowly bends to his knees, setting Bubbles free again to roam around a bit. ‘He does give me a good excuse to walk in here. I never see you otherwise.’ ‘We literally go to the same school, Peter.’ ‘Yeah, I know, but it’s not the same,’ he sighs. ‘Do you ever come out of your room, [Y/N].’ ‘What? Of course I do!’ You answer, a bit too quickly. Peter doesn’t have to know how you stare at him while he’s playing catch with his little brother outside. With his shirt off. While you drool just a little bit. Or how you daydream while he’s helping out his mom in the garden – shirtless again. It’s like the guy doesn’t own a shirt. Not that it bothers you. ‘I’m sure,’ he laughs out loud. ‘How about this. I’ll take you out to eat some pizza, and don’t tell me you don’t like pizza because I saw the delivery guy just yesterday. And you get to play catch with me and my little brother.’ ‘Is that a da- wait, what do you mean?’ You turn bright red, when you realize what he just said. ‘You think I don’t notice you huh? You think nobody ever does. But guess what, I know you’d love to play since you always look so dreamy.’ He grins, now exposing your biggest secret. ‘I don’t look dreamy,’ you mutter, crossing your arms in a stubborn motion. ‘and I don’t stare, I’m just looking at the sky, okay.’ You know it’s a pathetic excuse, but everything is better than admitting that you’re basically drooling over him. You start to turn around, but he quickly grabs your shoulder. ‘Wo wo wo, hey, it’s okay, I’m just teasing you.’ He Truly looks concerned that he has hurt your feelings. ‘Hey, [Y/N], I’m sorry. Let me at least buy you a pizza. We don’t even have to leave the house if you don’t want to!’ ‘It’s the least you can do,’ you take my phone out of my pocket. ‘So, what do you want on your pizza?’

 About an hour later, Peter and you are watching ‘Clueless’ and eating pizza, while Bubbles is sleeping on Peter’s lap. ‘He’s so cute,’ you smile, looking at Bubbles. ‘Hey, you’re talking about me right? Because look at this,’ Peter points at this face. ‘This is also very cute.’ You laugh along with him, taking another bite of your pizza. ‘It sure is,’ you softly agree, looking back at the movie. But you just feel his eyes on you, so you turn back to him. ‘What?’ ‘I’m just loving this right now. You, me, hanging out, watching a movie. I like it a lot. We should do this more.’ ‘We should,’ you smile back at him, not sure how to respond to this sudden confession. However he didn’t make it feel like he was confessing anything. Peter was just … Being Peter. ‘I sure do hope Bubbles keeps on sneaking in here, so I have an excuse to come by.’ ‘Oh, now I get it, you set him up to this, huh? To get me out of my room.’ ‘Damn, [Y/N], you really got me there,’ Peter says back, holding up both his hands as in a surrender. ‘But it did work, didn’t it?’ You just smiled, looking back at the movie. From the corners of your eyes, you see Peter smiling too. Maybe you should get a dog and sneak it into Peter’s house.

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

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Growing into Love - Jin fic [oneshot] [fluff, angst, arranged marriage trope]

epitome of love - Jimin drabble [drabble] [pure fluff, birthday drabble for my bias]

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Be My Valentine - Vernon fic [Mini Series] [Completed] [friends to lovers, fluff, angst]

Sweet Nothing with Shua - Joshua fic [oneshot] [est rel, angst, fluff, happy ending]

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Separada|Noah Centineo

Title: Separada 

Song(s): Separada by Maiara & Maraisa 

Warning(s): None 

Summary: The one where Noah falls for the single mom living in his building. 

Next part: DNA

Sighing, she started back at the building where people were quickly evacuating. The cool fall air making her shiver lightly as she looked back at the little boy standing in front of her. His little footie pj’s getting dirt on them as he watched with wide eyes the chaos around him. Liam James was the one blessing that came from her past relationship, the hole in heart filled by the new life that she brought into the world. 

“Mommy..” he mumbled softly looking back at her with his wide green eyes like his father, his hair a wild mess as she leaned down. “what wrong?” he asked lifting his chubby little arms and spinning around to point at the building. 

“It’s okay baby.” she hummed softly licking her lips and rubbing his arms. His smiled softly before nodding his head and turning back to the mess of bodies facing the building. 

That was almost forty minutes ago, police and firemen had assured the residence that they would soon be reentering their building. Her arms were becoming numb as she starred back at her little angle asleep in her arms. The moonlight shining softly on his features as she smiled softly. 

“Would you like meet to hold him for a bit?” Looking up she was met with the sparkling brown eyes of no other than Noah. His dazzling smile had her flushed, reaching his arms out he carefully took the child in his arms wrapping him up tightly as he swayed them from side to side. 

“You don't have to do that Noah..” she breathed out as the followed the crowd that was now forming a line. The bright lights of the firetrucks blinding her as they waited their turn. She watched as he. shrugged and only held the little boy tighter. 

“You seemed tired just wanted to give you a break.” he stated as he nodded towards the fireman before stepping foot into the building. “Anyways can you believe all this happened cause of crazy Amy?”

She giggled softly nodding her head tapping her foot as they awaited for the elevator. “She’s a bit out there.” she added as he nodded his head.

“Could’ve been worse.” he shrugged as she nodded her head more thankful when they were finally inside and heading up towards their floor. The ride was silent as everyone was wanting nothing more than to get to bed and forget the hell that this was.

She watched from the doorway as he tucked Liam James in bed, her heart swelling at the sight. Her mind reminding her the last thing she needed right now was a man. Looking up to meet her eyes he smiled softly standing up and following her out of his room and into the small hallway. 

“Thank you.” 

“Its no problem..” he breathed out rubbing the back of his neck not knowing if this was the best time to ask. “I was wondering if you’d like to have dinner with me..” 

[sweet-pea-channie]

All fake - Peter Kavinsky (smut)

Author: @sweet-pea-channie​​

Pairings: Peter Kavinsky x Reader

Words: 10.6k+ whoops

Warnings: swearing, Fighting, shouting, fluff, cuteness overload, public fingering, oral (male receiving), protected sex, multiple orgasm 

Requests by anon: i wanted to request something! my idea is reader and peter (they have feelings for each other but they haven’t said it) are fake dating and he convinces her to go to the ski trip and it’s all fluffy like they seat together in the bus,they are taking selfies and listening to music. And when they arrive he teaches her how to ski and the night they somehow are together in the hot tub and confess their feelings! tysm! 

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I don’t know if you just do “PeterKavinskyXreader” but I was wondering if you could do Peter/LJ smut where they get into a fight while still fake dating about how LJ doesn’t want to go on the ski trip because she thinks that’s when Peter/Gen get back together and how she mentioned that people fuck on that trip and LJ doesn’t want to be in the same building when Peter/Gen have sex.She blurts that line out to Peter and it gets heated and he admits he’s in love w/ her and they have rough/soft sex

AN: So I got theese two requests and they’re almost the same so I’ll try my best and put them together in one. Also, remember I’m from Germany, so bare with my mistakes, thanks!

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You were sitting in the library, trying to study for tomorrow’s trig test, but somehow your mind kept going back to your pro and con list that you created. “Pro’s and Con’s for the Ski Trip”.

Peter had been trying to persuade you for days now. “You can’t let your fake-boyfriend go to the ski trip alone!” he had told you.

Yes, you heard it right, fake-boyfriend. Peter Kavinsky was your fake-boyfriend. It started when rumors were spreading about you. Peter and Genevieve were just broken up and somehow Genevieve told everyone that you were head over heels in love with Peter Kavinsky, which was a total lie. Peter Kavinsky was the guy you would never date. He wasn’t really your type. Of course, he was good looking but you didn’t care about that. It was the way he treated everyone who wasn’t in his group of friends. 

A week later, Peter waited for you outside of school, leaning against your car with his hands in his front pockets. 

“What do you want, Kavinsky?” you asked, walking around the car to open the driver’s door. 

“What is it with you, Y/L/N?” he questioned. 

“Hey, I asked first! You can’t answer my question with another question!”

He rolled his eyes at you and opened the passenger’s door, hoping in. 

“And why are you getting in my car?”

“Okay, look,” he began and motioned for you to sit down and close the door. “Either way, you are really totally in love with me, or you really don’t like me. I can’t read you and the way you talk to me or look at me is starting to piss me off. I don’t know if the comments are flirty or filled with hatred.”

“Oh god, Peter, you are so full of yourself. I don’t hate you okay? But I don’t like as well. I don’t get why Gen would say something like this around school? It’s so obvious that I don’t like you and she still does!”

“And that’s why I’m here,” he interrupted you. 

“What do you mean?”

“People think that you like me, right? And Gen is somehow still in love with me but she won’t admit it. And so I thought that we two could pretend that we are dating,” he smiled awkwardly. 

“We?” you asked confused and pointed with your index fingers alternating between you two. “Dating? No one’s going to believe that.”

“Why not?” he asked with his eyes wide opened. “Everyone thinks that you already love me, so it won’t be that surprising to see us holding hands around school.”

“Yeah, but no one’s going to believe that you would like someone like me!” you argued. “I mean, look at us. We’re too different!”

“Who cares if we’re too different? Isn’t that what Mr. Feller tried to tell us all the time? Opposites attract! Let’s just go for it, please” he begged, grabbing your hands. 

“What’s in for me? I mean, Gen’s probably going to be jealous and it will drive her nuts so maybe you two will get back together, but what’s in for me?” you asked him. “Just in case I’ll accept.”

“I’ll help you with whomever you like.”

“I don’t like anyone.”

“Come on, Y/N. There has to be at least someone!” Peter groaned and let go of your hands that he was still holding tight. 

You pressed your lips together to a thin line and shook your head at the brunette. “Nope, but uhm… can you tell me why everyone’s watching us in the car?”

“Huh?” Peter turned around and realized that all of his friends were waiting outside for him, staring at the two of you together in your car. Even Genevieve was right next to the group of boys with her arms crossed. 

Peter turned back around, his gaze now full on you. It happened so fast. His hands found your cheeks and he pressed his lips firmly on yours. His lips were chapped and dry but somehow his lips felt nice on yours. It took you a second to realize what was going on and you grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. 

You pulled away as you heard the gasps and echoes of the other people outside of your car. Peter opened his eyes and tried to find an answer in yours but you had put on your perfect poker face. “What was that for?”

“Now you have to say yes,” Peter grinned. You rolled your eyes at him and realized that he was right. This was the perfect move. Now you couldn’t say no to him. People would be asking questions why the two of you were sitting in your car kissing. 

“But we have to set some rules.”

He was allowed to kiss you in school, but only pecks to say goodbye or hello, unless someone was talking about the two of you or Genevieve was right next to you. Then he had the right to give you an open-mouthed-kiss. 

You tried to convince him that no one in your family would ever find out, but of course, he denied, saying that it’d be more realistic if he was caught sneaking out of your house at night. 

He set the rules that you had to go on his lacrosse games and the parties after that. 

Also, you told him that you had to be honest with each other and tell each other everything. It would’ve made no sense at all if he kept secrets from you. 

You’ve been fake dating for about 3 months now and there was no end in sight. Genevieve was jealous, that’s for sure but she was still dating that junior kid from UVA.

So as the year was coming to an end, Peter tried to convince you, to join him and go to the ski trip together, but you’ve never been skiing before so your answer was a clear “No.”

But Peter begged you every day. He wrote you tons of text messages and small notes that he left in your locker, telling you that you really have to come. So that’s why you were at the library, writing down all the cons and pros of going to the ski trip.

There was one big con written in capitals letter at the top “Genevieve”. There was another reason why you didn’t want to go to the ski trip. You were slowly falling for him. You would’ve never expected it, but it was only a matter of time for you to fall in love with him, thanks to the way he treated you. 

As if Peter knew exactly that you were weighting your options, he came through the doors of the library, searching the place until his eyes landed on you. His smile grew. You tried to hide the pro an con list before he could see it, but unfortunately, he had seen a bit of it. “There’s my favorite girl.”

“Peter stop it.”

“Why? He asked, sitting down in front of you. 

“Because I’m definitely not your favorite girl. We know that the place it your heart belongs to someone else,” you replied and continued to work on your papers.

Peter rolled his eyes and ignored what you just said. “What is that?” he asked, pointing to the stack of papers in front of you. You followed his finger and realized that he was talking about the pro and con list. 

Damn it, Y/N. Can’t hide it now.

“Um, it’s nothing,” you lied and crunched it together, putting it in your bag.

“That’s a lie. You know that I can read, right? What is that list for?”

You sighed, knowing that you had no chance against him. He’d be asking questions until you answered. “For the ski trip.”

“Come on, Y/N. I told you multiple times that you have to come!” he exclaimed. 

“I know! And I told you a hundred times that I don’t want to go!”

“Why not? And don’t say I just don’t want to go,” he said, mimicking you the way you always say it. 

Putting your head in your hands, you pouted your lips and stared at Peter for quite a while until he gave you a questioning look. “You really want to know?”

“Yes!” he cried out. 

“Okay, um… it’s just that the ski trip is supposed to be fun, right?” you began. Peter nodded. “And I just think that you won’t be having lots of fun with me sticking by your side all the time and I mean it’s supposed to be our free time and I don’t want to spend my free time lying, pretending to be someone I am not.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s hard pretending to be someone’s girlfriend when it’s all fake, okay? I don’t want to pretend while everyone else is having the time of their lives”, you admitted. “And I am sick of lying outside of school halls. I just want to spend my free time doing what I love.”

“So you mean, you are sick of me?”

“What?”

“You just said that you are sick of lying. So every time I spent the evenings at your place, or the times you come over to me, it feels like I am forcing you to spend time with me?” he questioned. 

You could see it clearly; the look on his face gave it all away. You could read him like a book by now. He was hurt. Your words had hurt him. 

“Yes! I mean no. I like it when we are spending time together… alone. I can be myself and you can be yourself. We don’t have to pretend when we are alone, but once other people are around, it’s like I am not myself anymore”, you explained. Peter pressed his lips together and took your hand, caressing your palm with his thumb. 

“Okay, okay. I get it. But maybe, when we are having lot of fun together, we don’t have to be with everyone else all the time, maybe then you would enjoy it. Huh? Come on, I’ll show you how to have fun with me while you can be yourself around me. I want you to feel as comfortable as possible with me,” he smiled.

God, he has to stop doing this, you thought. This was exactly why you were falling for him slowly. Even when you tried to push him away, he would always find a way to pull you closer. 

“Okay, you got me,” you gave in. 

Peter’s smile grew bigger and he placed a kiss on your hand before he let go of it. “Can I read your list now?”

“Never!”

________

Days flew by and  the ski trip was coming closer. Peter told you everything you had to know for the ski trip. Who was hanging out together all the time, some flings that only happened during the ski trip and most importantly how to ski. You’ve never been skiing before, so Peter tried to convince you to ski with him down the Black Diamond. You had told him from the beginning that you’d decide spontaneously if you wanted to ski or not.

Your mom dropped you off at school where the bus was waiting for the kids. You scanned the bus and saw Peter sitting at the window waving at you. He pointed to the back of your mother’s car and mouthed “Need help?” 

You shook your head and turned back around, saying goodbye to your mom who stopped you right before you could close the passenger door. “Have fun, sweety. And remember what I told you about the thing with Peter!”

“Mom!” you warned her and gave her a warning look. “Don’t say it again! I won’t be having sex with him on the trip!” You shut the door and grabbed your suitcase from the trunk, making your way to the bus. One of teachers took your suitcase, saying that he’d take care of it while the other teacher next to him scribbled on a piece of paper, probably the attendance list. 

You climbed up the stairs and smiled once you saw Peter again. He told you the night before that he’d pack lunch for the two of you, so you wouldn’t have to pack something for yourself. Once Peter saw you standing there, he slid from the window seat, stood up and greeted you with a kiss on your cheek. “I know that you like sitting at the window.”

“Thank you,” you mumbled and handed him your backpack which he stowed in the rack above you. 

“I can’t wait to see your face once you see the view. It’s breathtaking!” he exclaimed and grabbed your hand. 

“Peter, you don’t have to hold my hand,” you said but Peter just smiled at you waited until everyone was ready. 

“So how exactly to I put on the skis?” you asked him again and he groaned. He had told you a dozen times and you only did it to annoy him, but he told you anyways because you were giving him the best puppy eyes. 

Once you were on the highway, your conversation was dying down and Peter took his phone plugging his headphones in. 

Oh, he’s already tired of me. This should be fun.

“Here,” he mumbled and gave you one of the ear buds. “I made us a mixtape especially for the drive.”

“You really did?”

He nodded and pressed his lips together, opening Spotify before he pressed shuffle on the playlist with your initials as the title. You smiled at him and leaned your head on his shoulder, nestling against him. 

After a few songs, your eyes grew heavier and you knew that you were about to fall asleep. “You tired?” 

You nodded and watched as Peter put his arm around your shoulder, so you could lean your head against his chest. The song changed to a slower one and combined with his heartbeat it only took you seconds to fall asleep. 

Peter smiled as he took your sleeping form in and placed a kiss on your head. 

“Aww, you’re too cute,” Trevor laughed who was sitting right behind you. 

“Shut up!” Peter whispered so you wouldn’t wake up. “She couldn’t really sleep last night. She kept texting me that her parents were fighting.”

“Sorry.”

Peter grabbed his phone carefully and put the camera on, snapping a picture of you snuggled against his chest. Immediately, he saved it as his home screen, so everyone knew that you belonged to him.

_______

Thanks to a pothole, you woke up. It was still light outside, but the sun was going down slowly, meaning that you still had around an hour to get to the resort. You tried to get out of Peter’s hold, who was also sound asleep, but once you moved, he started to wake up. “Mmh, too comfy,” he mumbled and pulled you closer. 

“Peter,” you groaned. “My arm is falling asleep.”

“Did you sleep well?” he asked you, releasing you from his grip while you stretched your arms. 

“Could’ve been better,” you answered and laughed once you saw his face. “I’m kidding!” you snickered. 

“You better be!”

“Okay guys, seems like we are arriving pretty soon. Ms. Nolan over here will hand out your room cards in the foyer after we checked in. Please wait until she is ready and do not make too much noise! Remember, we are not the only ones there!” one of the supervisors said through the speakers of the bus. 

“We are sharing a room, that’s for sure!” Peter exclaimed. 

“Why? I was going to share with Steph, and are we even allowed to?” you whispered. 

“No, but no one has to know. You can’t let your fake-boyfriend room with someone else. And besides, someone told me that Steph might have a slight crush on Trevor and guess who was going to share a room with me? Right Trevor. So no one will find out that we switched,” he told you. 

Shaking your head at the brown haired boy, you mumbled, “You sneaky little bastard!”

“Come on, I know that you wanted to share a room with me,” he bantered. 

“Oh you wish!”

It took around twenty minutes to arrive at the resort and Peter was right, it was breathtaking! While you waited for your suitcase, you could not stop staring at the mountains covered in snow. And to be honest, you couldn’t wait to race down the hills with Peter, although you had told him multiple times that you didn’t want to. 

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Peter asked, handing you your suitcase. 

“Indeed.”

While you were too busy marveling at the view, you missed the way Peter admired you. He was glad that no one could read his thoughts, because in that particular moment, he wished that it was him that you were looking at like that. 

“What?” you asked him, taking him by surprise. You had caught him staring at you but you weren’t sure why. Maybe he was regretting that he had to share his room with you now and not with Trevor. 

“Nothing. Let’s get inside. It’s cold and I don’t want you to catch a cold.”

By the time you entered the resort, Ms. Nolan was already handing out the room keys. Steph was standing right next to the stairs that lead upstairs to rooms, giving you a knowing wink. 

Peter had texted Trevor and Steph, telling them that you wanted to switch rooms because you wanted to have some alone time.

“Come on, Y/N! I already got our keys! Let’s get to our room!” Steph shouted across the foyer with a hint of sarcasm. Right next to her was Trevor, waving at the two of you, saying, “Yo, Kavinsky! 204, that’s our room.”

“Oh my god, can they be any more suspicious?” you whispered to Peter. Peter rolled his eyes and leaned down, “I’ll meet you in our room. You heard Trevor. 204. See you in a bit.”

You smiled at him and got on your tiptoes, placing a kiss on his cheek before you joined Steph to her room. You dropped your backpack right next to the door and sat down on the empty bed.

“Something seems off about you. What’s up?” Steph asked as she emptied her suitcase on her bed. 

“It’s nothing,” you lied and laid back, your feet were still tangling down. “Absolutely nothing.”

“It’s because Peter dragged you here right? I know you didn’t really want to come here.”

“No, not really. I am happy now that I am here,” you mumbled into your sweater. 

“What is it then? He’s not rushing you to anything is he? I mean you seemed so happy on the bus, you are happy, right?” she kept asking, now sitting down on her bed, knowing that this conversation was going to be more serious. 

“Yeah, yeah. I am happy,” you replied, rolling onto your stomach to look at Steph. 

“And why am I getting the feeling that you are lying to me? You know that you can tell me anything, Y/N! We’ve been friends since kindergarten. Is it about Peter? You know that you can still sleep here with me if you don’t want to sleep with him. I know that-“

“It’s all fake,” you blurted out, your hand rushing to cover your mouth. 

“What?!”

You sighed, scratching your head while you buried your face in the sheets. “It’s fake, our relationship.”

“I can’t really understand you ‘cause you’re mumbling into the sheets but I hope that I didn’t catch it right,” Steph said. 

You sighed again before you raised your head and pouted your lips, a habit of yours that you did whenever you didn’t know what to say. “You did catch it right.”

“And what do you mean with it’s all fake? It can’t be fake! You kiss all the time and hang out together! It’s been what?! Three or four months since you’ve been dating! This is a joke right? You’re trying to play a joke on me, right? Right?”

“No, Steph. I’m so sorry, but it’s true… Oh god, I just broke one of our rules,” you groaned rolling back onto your back, covering your eyes this time so you wouldn’t have to look at your friend anymore. 

“What do you mean, rules?!”

“We’ve got rules okay!” you exclaimed and stood up. “We promised not to tell anyone that this is all fake until he and Gen get back together! This is all made up for them to get back together! He wants to make her jealous, okay! But somehow he makes me jealous because I know that this is all pretend and I won’t ever have this for real with him!”

“You like him?” she asked you with her brows raised. 

You didn’t answer her, instead you kept on walking around the room. 

“Oh my god, you’re already falling for him, aren’t you?!”

You spun around, ready to tell her that she can’t tell anyone until a knock on the door was interrupting you. 

Thank god, you thought. 

“This conversation is not over, Y/N!” Steph told you as she opened the door. 

“It’s clear,” Trevor said, entering the room. “Have fun with Kavinsky!”

It’s been two hours since you arrived at the resort. Night has fallen and almost everyone had gathered at the fireplace downstairs. Peter was waiting for you at your door while you tied your shoes. You had tried to convince him to go alone but he kept on resisting that you had to go with him, saying that it would drive Genevieve nuts.

So here you were, sitting next to Peter on one of those cozy couches right next to the fireplace with Trevor and Steph in front of you. Peter pulled you closer until you were leaning against him with his arm around your shoulders. Steph gave you a look that you knew too well. She was scared that you were going to end up hurt, and to be honest, you were scared as well. 

You saw Genevieve entering the room and of course, she had to sit where she could observe the two of you during the night. Peter could feel you stiffen up, so he whispered, “Are you okay?”

You nodded and smiled before you placed a kiss on his cheek, turning back to Trevor as he asked, “So who’s ready for the big day tomorrow?”

“We are! Y/N over here can’t wait for me to teach her how to ski, right?” Peter said right away, loud enough for Gen to hear. She just rolled her eyes but kept watching the scenario. 

“Oh, I bet that I’ll be a fast learner. By the end of the day, you will only see my bum as I am faster than you!”

“I can smell a bet over there!” Trevor laughed. “I’ll bet twenty bucks on Kavinsky! I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Nah, wait and see. I’ll bet on her!” Steph said, giving you a wink. 

Before you could say anything more, Gabe came running to you guys and jumped right next to you on the couch, leaving no more room for you in case you wanted to sit normally and not in Peter’s arms. “Gabe, have you heard anything of personal space?” you asked him. 

“I’m sorry, but I heard that you two are sharing a room, so why don’t you go up there if you want to get all handsy!” he joked and earned a high five from Trevor.

Sighting, you caught Genevieve still looking over to you, but she tried to look away as soon as she saw you looking at her. You knew exactly that she was jealous as hell. This had been her first time on the ski trip without Peter as her boyfriend. She had always made sure that everyone knew about her fun-time with Peter on the ski trip. 

Time passed and you were slowly getting tired. Peter had the time of his life with his friends surrounding him, so you decided to head upstairs on your own. 

“Are you sure, that you don’t want me to come with you?” he asked you but you shook your head. “Stay. Spend some time with your friends. You got me all to yourself tomorrow.”

“OOOOOH, did you hear that!” Gabe shouted and made sure that everyone heard it. You just rolled your eyes at him and leaned down to Peter who was still sitting on the couch. “Good night,” you whispered, pecking his lips but Peter pulled you down again and pressed his lips to yours, kissing you more intense. 

_____

A soft melody woke you up in the morning. You glanced at the clock that was hanging right above the TV across your bed. It was only 8am. Peter didn’t seem to hear the alarm that he had set the night prior, so you hopped out of your bed and trotted over to his bed, pausing the alarm on his phone and nudged him carefully. “Peter, wake up.”

Peter just groaned and turned around so his bare back was facing you. You rolled your eyes and sat down on the bedside, shaking him a bit more. “You know, it’s not fair that I had to turn off the alarm that you had set and now you don’t want to wake up.”

“Let me sleep,” he mumbled into his pillow. 

His bare back with the moles on it caught your attention and you knew exactly how to wake him up. You attacked his side and tickled him, hoping that it would help. Peter shrieked and turned around quickly, grabbing your hands. “Fuck, Y/N! Your hands are cold!”

You just shrugged and pulled your hands away, tickling him some more. Peter giggled like a girl and tried to hide under the sheets. “How come your hands are so cold!” he asked in between laughs and grabbed your hands once more. 

“I don’t know,” you answered and stared at his hands. He was trying to warm your hands, rubbing them with his own. Your glance wandered from your hands to his face, his eyes that were fixed on your hands until he realized that you were staring at him. 

“Better?” he asked, looking at you. 

“Better,” you smiled. “Come on, let’s get ready for breakfast.”

After Peter took a long, a very long shower, the both of you got ready to head downstairs where most of the teenagers were already stuffing food inside their mouths. Peter grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers, dragging you across the room to Trevor and Gabe. Sitting down, Peter asked you if you wanted something to drink. And while you waited for him to come back with your coffee, Gabe gave you a look. 

“What?” you asked him annoyed. 

“Had fun with Kavinsky last night?” he asked, raising his brows. 

“Did you have any fun at all last night?” 

“Oooh, someone is trying to hide something,” Gabe groaned. “Or are you too shy to tell me your deepest desires?”

“Shut up, Gabe,” Peter said as he put your drinks down. “Come on, Y/N. Let’s get something to eat.”

After you had something to eat and ignored Gabe’s question, you were finally back in your room, getting ready for the day. You had packed the ski wear from your mom, since you didn’t have any. But looking in the mirror, you thought you were looking ridiculous. You looked like you were coming straight out of a 90’s movie. 

“It suits you,” Peter caught you off guard. 

“Really? Doesn’t it have any 90’s vibe at all? I mean who wears trousers with a zebra pattern on it?”

“Just wait and see what others wear. And by the way, there are so many girls wearing leo-pattern-jackets. You don’t have to worry at all,” he assured. 

“Yeah, but I’m worried about skiing. You know this is my first time, right?”

“I know, but you don’t have to worry at all. I’ll be by your side the whole time. And we don’t have to drive down the Black Diamond if you don’t want to,” he acknowledged. “But less worry, let’s get you on our skis.”

In no time, Peter had helped you putting on your skis and now you were on your way up the mountains, sitting in one of those lifts. You were tapping nervously on the rod in front of you, that prevented you from falling down, and bit your lip on your way up. Peter noticed the way you were acting and rolled his eyes, “What is going on in that little head of yours?”

“First, my brain isn’t little. Second, I’ll just make a fool of myself. I bet no one looks as stupid as I do when I ski.”

“Y/L/N, stop worrying so much. I bet you look better on your skis than most people and I think you look handsome in your ski wear,” he confessed, hopping off the lift as you reached the top. 

“You do?” you asked, almost falling down since you were too shocked. 

“Yes, and now concentrate before you really look like a fool,” he joked. 

You gave him a warning look and followed him to the trail. “Okay, any tips?”

“Rule number 1: bend your knees!  Bending your knees does a number of things. It forces you to shove your shins into the front of the boot, gaining control of your ski. I know it can be hard being in that position all day. Rule number 2: Never come to a standstill in the middle of the slope. You will get your knees knocked from beneath you by another beginner who has no idea how to navigate around you! Rule number 3: Keep your phone in your pocket! I know it looks breathtaking here but for god’s sake, Y/N, please keep it in your pocket. You do not have the skills to take selfies while on the move. Hell, it might be the last photograph ever taken of you and it won’t be a pretty one.”

“Peter!” you warned him and beat him with your stick. “You know I wouldn’t do that!”

“Are you sure? You love to take photos of everything! In case you haven’t noticed it, I did! Every time we hang out, get something to eat or go to the cinema, you’d take pictures of fucking everything,” he laughed. 

He noticed that?

“Okay, okay, whatever. So bend my knees, don’t stop and don’t use my phone. Anything else?”

“Well, my dad used to say ‘Don’t learn to ski if you have an overwhelming fear of making an idiot of yourself because chances are that you will.’ But don’t listen to that. Most of the things my Dad said were lies so yeah,” he muttered the last part. 

You knew that his father left them two summers ago, everyone knew because Genevieve made sure that everyone was nice to him.

“I don’t care what he said, I listen to your advice. So, Kavinsky, show me how to ski!”

_____

“Oh god, I can’t feel my legs anymore,” you groaned as you trotted back to the resort. Peter was right behind you, searching through his pockets until he found your room key. “Thank god, we are leaving tomorrow after lunch. I don’t know if I can walk for one more minute.”

As you reached your room you heard Peter laughing behind you. You turned around, seeing that he was still smiling at you. “What?”

“You just look like someone ran you over.”

“Guess what, it feels like someone ran me over. I think the last fall was too much for me. Didn’t you see me sliding down the trail on my bum?” you asked him while he opened the door. 

“Oh, I did. And luckily, I was quick enough to get my phone and record you.”

“You didn’t!” you exclaimed, closing the door behind you with your eyes wide opened. A small giggle left his lips, the giggle that you would love to hear all the time. “Show me!”

The smile on his lips wouldn’t fade away as he pulled his phone out and showed you the video. He laughed as you reached the end of the trail on your stomach, trying to stand up but you ended on your bum again. “Delete it, now!”

“No. I’ll keep it forever! It reminds me of that wonderful day with you,” he replied.

“Peter! This is my last warning! Delete it before I will attack you!” you warned him, opening your jacket, showing him that you were ready to jump on him any second. 

“You wouldn’t. I know you too well. All you do is talk but you never take any action and-“

Peter didn’t need to say anything else. You dropped your jacket and jumped on him. He didn’t expect you to really do it, so he fell back right on his bum. Luckily, his head didn’t slam on the floor, but as his arm fell to the side and he let go of his phone. Both of you glanced at the phone for a few seconds before you reached for it. Peter tried the same, but you were quicker, so he tackled you. Turning you around, he pinned you with your hands above your head under him. One hand held yours together while the other reached for his phone.

“Peter no!” you yelled and tried to get free. You wriggled under him, trying to turn you over, but Peter was stronger than you. As he got his phone back, he let go of your hand and you pushed him back. He dropped his phone before he fell over and grabbed the hem of your sweater, pulling you with him. You landed flat on his chest. Both of you were staring at each other, trying to catch your breath.

You could feel his breath on your face, so close was his face. His glace switched from your eyes to your lips and back up to your eyes. His face was coming closer and closer and before his lips could touch yours, you jumped away, scrabbling off his lap. “I gotta take a shower,” you whispered, slowly getting up. “Okay,” he whispered back with his head low. “I’ll change and get to dinner. See you there?”

“Okay.”

Oh god, was he really about to kiss me? Me?!

Your thoughts were driving you crazy while you took a hot shower. You were just standing under the steaming hot water, letting it run over your face instead of washing your body. If he was really about to kiss you, did it mean that he had feelings for you? Maybe your feelings were mutual. But there was only one way to find out, you had to tell him how you were feeling. Anyhow your fake-relationship would finally end, either he’d leave you because he doesn’t feel the same way or you’d end up together, but this time for real. 

You don’t know how, but somehow it took you less than five minutes to wash your hair and body before you were standing in front of the dresser with the towel around your body. You practically threw your clothes on and marched out of the room, ready to tell Peter how you felt. You were so confident in yourself, like you’ve never been before. 

Just as you were about to enter the dining room, you stopped. Right in front of you were Peter and Genevieve, hugging tightly, her fingers were playing with the hair right above his neck. 

You held your breath as you watched them for seconds. Genevieve finally opened her eyes and met yours; a mischievous smile crept up her lips. His back was facing you and you had no clue if Peter realized that you were right behind them. Genevieve pressed her lips on his cheeks before she whispered in his ear, “Thank you for spending last night with me, P.” It was loud enough for you to hear and you knew exactly that you were meant to hear it. 

Peter didn’t answer her and pulled away before he finally realized that Gen wasn’t looking at him but to someone else. He turned around and saw you standing there with your shocked expression.

“So this is where you spent the last night, huh? That’s why you wouldn’t want to wake up today,” you said straight to his face, ignoring the way Gen grinned. 

“Y/N! I… What are… This is not-“

“Save it, Peter,” you said cold and turned around, running back to your room.

You opened the door room and slammed it behind you, marching to the bathroom, ready to lock yourself in, but a hand stopped you from closing the door completely. 

“Peter, go away!” you roared and put your whole body weight against the door. 

“Y/N, please.”

“No!” you yelled and closed the door finally, locking it before he could open it again. 

“Y/N!” he shouted through the door and knocked on it. 

“Peter, go away!”

“No, I want to talk about it and I don’t want to shout through the whole room because you decided to lock yourself in!” he shouted, still pounding at the door. 

“There’s nothing to talk about! Why don’t you go back to Gen and leave me alone!?” you whimpered as some tears were slowly streaming down your face. 

Your subconscious was right. Never in a million years would Peter feel anything for you. This was all fake from the beginning, why change something about it?

“Y/N, please I can explain! I wanted to go to bed and Gen-“

“Peter, save it! I don’t want to hear it!” you shouted with more tears streaming down your face. “See! This is why I didn’t want to come to this stupid ski trip!”

“What? What do you mean? Y/N, please open the door!” 

You didn’t answer, instead you slid down the door and hit your head against it. 

“I don’t get it. I thought you didn’t want to come because you didn’t want to ruin it for me?!”

“Yeah guess what! That was a lie!” you replied and wiped the tears away. 

You heard him groaning on the other side on the door before a knock was heard on the door. Peter was leaning against it now, just like you with his head against the door. “Just tell me what’s going on in that head of yours, Y/N. I can’t read your mind! You’re driving me insane!”

“I’m driving you insane?! You’re the one giving me mixed signals all the time! And what about that almost-kiss?”

“Almost-kiss? Y/N, we kissed before!” he groaned, putting his face in his Hands

“I know! But only because we had to! But why imply to kiss me here, where no one could see us?” you said, slowly losing the temper.

“Why would I imply to kiss you? Damn it, Y/N! Maybe because I wanted to?” he answered. 

“And because I didn’t kiss you, you go running back to Gen? This is exactly why I didn’t want to come!”

“Why?! Why Y/N?! Just tell me?!” Peter began to shout again. 

“Because I thought that’s when you and Gen get back together, okay? People fuck on that trip! And I didn’t want to be in the same building when you two have sex together! And you want to know why?! Because I am fucking falling for you, Peter!” you finally told him the real reason why you didn’t want to go to the ski trip. 

It was quiet on the other side of the door, too quiet. “Peter?”

“You’re falling for me?” he asked quietly, “You are really falling in love with me?”

“I was! That was until I saw you with Gen just now! I was right. I was so right. While I was sleeping, hell I was probably still awake while you and Gen were doing it in her room!” you bawled at him as you were getting on your knees, facing the door to pound on them like you were pounding on his chest. 

“I didn’t… we just… Y/N? Why didn’t you tell me before?!”

“Then what? It feels like you keep your options open! I didn’t kiss you, so you go running to Gen… you know what?! This, whatever this is, is over. I don’t want to do this anymore, Peter! Leave me alone!” you told him. 

Peter didn’t know what to say, he just ruined everything that he was slowly building up, just because he went to Gen’s last night. It was slowly eating him up inside. He didn’t realize what a mistake he had made until now. “Y/N, please.”

“Peter, go!” you shouted through the door and hit it one last time before you fell back on the cold ground, rolled together. 

It has been minutes since you were huddled on the floor, crying like your heart just got broken into a million pieces, until a familiar voice brought you back. “Y/N? Is everything okay?”

“Steph?” you whispered and got up slowly, unlocking the door for her to enter the bathroom. “Is he gone?”

“Yes, he is,” she replied and entered the bathroom. “Oh god, look at you. You look like a mess.”

“I feel like it,” you mumbled and hugged her once she sat down next to you. “He’s such a prick!”

Steph let you cry on her chest. She stroked your back and made sure that you were feeling safe in her arms. “He came over to us once you told him to go away,” she said after a while. 

“I don’t care.”

“Of course you care. You wouldn’t be crying if you don’t. Why did you agree in the first time? I mean, why agree to fake date him?” she asked you. 

“I don’t know. I never really thought that I’d be falling in love with him. I thought that we were just pretending while we were in school, but somehow we spent more time together than we should, I think. I never wanted to fall in love with him, okay? You know that I told you multiple time that he’s a dick.”

“But why didn’t you listen to him?” she questioned, pulling you away so she could look you in the eyes. 

“Are you on his side now or what?”

“You know that I’ll always be on your side no matter what, but I can assure you, that they didn’t have sex last night.”

“How would you know?” you asked her this time, curious why she would know something like that. 

“Gen has the room right next to us. Trever and I heard them shouting. It wasn’t until Trever decided to see what was going on. They came back to our room and Peter told us what was going on. He had told Genevieve that they were over for good, that he has feelings for someone else now, you. I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this, but-“

“He just said this to you because he didn’t know that you knew the truth,” you interrupted her, wiping the last few tears away. 

“I knew it as well,” another voice said. 

Steph and you raised your heads, seeing Trevor with a robe on right in front of you. 

“You knew as well?!” you asked him shocked. So you weren’t the only one who broke a promise. 

Trever shook his head and pressed his lips together. “He told me s few days ago.”

“Where is he now?” you asked, slowly getting up on your feet. 

“He’s at the hot tub. I was trying to ease his mind, so we were hanging out in the hot tub, but he said that he needed some time alone. He should be still there,” Trevor replied with a forced smile on his lips. 

“Okay, okay. Maybe I can still fix this. Maybe, if I… I have to change, I have to change,” you mumbled to yourself and walked to your dresser. “Guys, I’m okay. I’m going to be okay. I’ll fix this, okay?”

Steph walked over to you and placed a gentle kiss on your head, “You got this.”

You smiled at her and thanked her before she and Trevor left your room. After you changed, you jumped the stairs down to the lobby and ran straight to the outdoor area where the hot tub was. 

There he was, sitting in the hot tub with his head hung low. It hurt you a bit, seeing him like this, but you weren’t the only guilty one. Yes, you told him to leave you alone, but he could’ve stayed. 

He didn’t see you approaching the hot tub, he saw you once you were standing right in front of him. You didn’t say anything as you opened the zipper of your jacket and threw it behind you. You just wanted to get in as fast as possible. Your bare feet were getting cold in your slippers. You dipped your feet in and carefully sat down on the other side of the tub, leaving enough space between you two. 

It was quiet, awkwardly quiet. You just stared at each other and didn’t say anything for minutes until Peter broke the silence. “You look like shit.”

“Well, thank you.”

Peter sighed. He knew you too well. He knew that you wanted to talk, but also knew that you would never take the first step. “Why are you here?”

“I’m sorry, okay? I overreacted, I know, but… it hurt seeing you with her so close right after we had a moment and somehow I thought that our feelings were mutual and once I saw you together, my whole world came crushing down,” you explained, your voice barely louder than a whisper. 

“She was apologizing,” he just said, ignoring that you were saying sorry. 

“For what?”

“She finally realized that I had moved on. She wanted to apologize for her behavior last night. You have to know that I just went to her room to tell her that it was over,” he replied. 

“But why was she acting like that then? If she really accepted it, she wouldn’t have said that. That’s just stupid.”

“I don’t know, Y/N, okay? It’s Gen, you have to remember that. She’s probably jealous. She might be on good terms with me but maybe not with you,” Peter said, shrugging his shoulders. 

“But why?”

“Maybe because she tried to kiss me last night, and before you can get angry again, let me explain!  She wouldn’t accept it, she wouldn’t accept that I didn’t love her anymore. She was trying to kiss me, yes, but I pushed her away and I told her that I was in love with someone else now,” he confessed, looking straight at you. 

“In love with someone else? Does it mean you love… do you really?”

“Yes, Y/N,” he exclaimed, running his hands through his damp hair. “We spent so much time together. I got to know you better, the real you, the one who cares for others more than for herself, the one who enjoys even the little things in life, even if it’s just a playlist with your initials as a name,” he laughed as he saw your irritated look. “I saw it in your eyes, they glow once you see something that makes you happy.”

“You notice something like that?” you mumbled. 

“Of course, I do! Because I am in love with you and you notice those things when you are in love with them.”

You pressed your lips together and sighed. If you had known this before the ski trip, maybe then you would’ve enjoyed the trip a bit more. You could’ve snuggled against his side at the fire place and enjoy it, but you didn’t because you always thought that he was doing it to make her jealous. All the things he did for you in the bus, holding your hand, sleeping with you in his arms, he did it because he really wanted to. He wanted you to be close to him, because he wanted to. He wanted it just like you. 

“Y/N, please say something.”

“I… I don’t know what to say,” you stuttered but got up from your place and stood right in front of him. The water was just reaching your belly button and the warmth of the water on your shoulders was missing. Peter could see the goosebumps on your arms and he immediately reached for them, holding you an arm’s length away. “Just say something.”

“I,” you began and closed your eyes, taking one more breath before you reopened them. “I love you, too.”

“I just wanted to hear that,” he smiled and pulled you closer until your chests were touching. He placed his hands on your cheeks and closed his eyes, closing the space between you completely.

Every time he had kissed you, you felt the sparks but this time, it was different. Knowing that he was feeling the same for you, knowing that he was in love with you, turned the kiss into something else. You could enjoy it for the first time. Peter put all his emotions into the kiss. His brows were knitted and every muscle in his face was tightened. You wrapped your arms around his neck just as Peter slid his hands down your back and placed them on your bum, pulling you closer until you were sitting on his lap, straddling him. 

You deepened the kiss and ran your fingers through his hair, pulling at them until you had to break apart. Catching your breaths, you realized that his eyes were darker than before. “I would kiss your lips forever, if you let me.”

You smiled and bit your lip, still playing with his hair. You had no chance to reply. His lips attacked yours again. A squeal left your lips before you kissed him back. You could feel every inch of his mouth exploring your own, you could feel the goose-bumps on the back of his neck that your own fingers brushed against but most importantly you could feel the complete and utter love and sincerity that he brought into the kiss. 

His tongue danced over your lips, asking for permission politely, which you granted. A moan left your lips as his tongue danced over yours, dominating you in no time. His hands slid up your back, slipping under the top of your bikini where he held you tightly. “Please, kiss me forever,” you mumbled against his lips. 

Peter pulled away and smiled at you, his lips were plumb and red. “I will.” The kisses turned into a heated make-out session and none of you cared, that you were out in the open. That was until his right hand landed on your knee, leaving a soft and tingly trail to your thigh. He stopped right where your panties began and grabbed the string on the side of your panties, pulling it until the loop opened. You held your breath as you stared at him with a mischievous grin on his face. 

“Peter,” you whispered and looked around you. “What if someone sees us?”

“You just have to be quiet,” he noted and put his lips on your neck. 

Your thighs were shaking from excitement until his fingers landed on the one spot you needed him the most. Your mouth formed an o as he worked on your nub, rubbing it in circles. “Oh god.”

“Pssst,” he mumbled against your neck, peppering you with kisses. 

“Faster, Peter!”

“As you wish,” he replied and placed his lips on yours, swallowing the moan that left them as he fastened up. He changed the position of his hands and rubbed your nub with his thumb now, sliding two fingers into you slowly. And if he wasn’t kissing you, you knew that at least now, someone would’ve heard your moans. You couldn’t really kiss him back, the tension in your stomach was growing and you had to concentrate on keeping it quiet. 

“Come on, Y/N. I can feel you tightening. Cum for me,” he said against your lips

“’m close,” you sighed and threw your head back, closing your eyes as you felt your toes starting to tingle. 

Your breaths quickened, your chest was moving up and down rapidly. His fingers squeezed just a bit tighter and it pushed you over the edge. Your vision went white for a split second before you were brought back to reality by his voice. “Damn it, that was so sexy.”

You were still trying to catch your breath as he placed another gentle kiss on your lips. “And I don’t want to stop here.”

“I know, don’t you think that I can’t feel your excitement?” you asked, running your hands over his bulge. He hissed, once your fingers danced over his length. “We better head upstairs. I don’t want people seeing more than they have now, in case someone saw us,” you whispered, climbing off his lap as you put another loop on your panties. 

Peter nodded and grabbed your hand, dragging you out of the hot tub in seconds before he helped you putting on your jacket. He threw his robe on and picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder so your barely covered ass was sticking out of your jacket. “Peter!”

He just shushed you and jogged through the lobby, ran up the stairs before he dropped you in front of your room. “Please tell me that you got the keys, or else, I’ll just take you here.”

“No need to, I got them,” you replied and grabbed the key from your jacket. You opened the door and let him in first. Closing the door behind you, you reached for Peter’s hand and pulled him against your body. He bit his lips and pushed you back against the door, putting one hand against it right next to your face. 

He was ready to kiss you some more. Licking his lips he leaned in, but right before he could kiss you, you grabbed his shoulders and spun you around. His back hit the cold door and the loop of his rope fell free. You took the chance and opened his robe fully, helping him out of it until he was standing there in his swim trunks. Peter did the same to you, he pulled the zipper down of your jacket, dangerously slow, until you were standing in front of him in your black bikini.

His swim trunks were so tight around his length; it was screaming to be freed. Your fingers ran over his boner, putting pressure on it with the palm of your hand. Peter bit on his lip, trying to keep quiet. Slowly, you pulled his trunks and let it fall once it was over his bum. With his eyes fixed on yours, Peter stepped out of them and kicked them away.

He fought against the excitement in his expression as he watched you dropping on your knees, your hand wrapping around his cock. He wet his lips, not daring to say a word as you looked up at him through your thick lashes. His chin dropped once you started pumping his already hard member a few times. His chest fell as he exhaled deeply, his head falling back against the door, hungry for you to continue. “You’re teasing.”

A loud moan escaped his lips as your tongue jetted out to swipe his length. You took his tip into your mouth as your tongue swirled against it a few times before bringing him in completely. You looked up at him again, his lips were slightly parted in pleasure and his eyes seemed to grow even darker. You moved your head up and down his length, speeding up and then slowing down. Your hand helped with the last few inches that wouldn’t fit in your mouth. 

Soft grunts fell from his lips as you quickened up. Your jaw began to ache but you continued to such his cock like a good girl. You felt his hips stutter and that’s when he pulled out. You sucked in a big gasp of air and tried to catch your breath.

“I don’t want to cum in your mouth. I want to cum in that tight little pussy of yours,” he said, grabbing you by the strings of your bikini top and pulled you up.

One hard push on your shoulders, and you were flying back, your thighs met the sheets on his bed and you fell back. Crawling up until your head was leaning against the headboard of his bed, Peter approached you in all of his glory and you were watching him like this was the last time you were able to see him like that.

In no time, he hovered over you, grabbing your thighs and putting them around his waist. The thin fabric of your swimming trunks were the only material between your extremities and you knew exactly that you were dripping wet for him.

He pressed his lips on yours and rolled his hips into yours, earning a moan from you. His tongue slipped past your lips, roaming your mouth until he battled with yours. Your fingers were leaving light traces on his back, driving him insane. His mouth moved from your lips to your neck, his teeth and tongue teasing gasps of delight from your reddened lips. Your fingers stroke through his hair and over his chest, back to his back and finally over his muscled arms, learning just how he felt.

He tugged at the knots of your top and untied them with such an ease before it joined the pile of clothing on the floor. He growled into your neck in approval at your breasts being free and used the lightest of touches, tracing the back of his fingers around the swell of your breasts and over your hard, sensitive nipples.

He pulled away from your neck and took your panties, pulling them down in one swift motion before he took your bare form in. “God, you’re so breathtaking.”

“Do you have a condom? I didn’t pack any,” you confessed, drawing patterns on his chest with your right hand. Peter just nodded and crawled off the bed, grabbing a condom that he had put in his backpack.

He joined you back in his bed and ripped it open, put it on his hard member in no time and hovered over you again. He pulled your hair back that was covering your face and gently stroke your cheek. The smile on his face gave it all away. He really loved, he was ready to show you how much he loved you and he was ready to give you all of it.

His hand slipped between your bodies down to your vagina. You were still sensitive down there and hissed once his fingers touched your clit. “You’re so wet for me.”

“All because of you, Peter.”

Cautiously, he sank into you, drawing a low moan from you. Your fingernails dug into his forearms on either side of you as you tried to anchor yourself at that moment with him.

Once he was fully inside you, he stopped, his forehead meeting yours. He closed his eyes, letting out a breath of relief that he felt at this moment. Your grip on him loosened, allowing you to ghost your fingertips over his skin. And if someone else would’ve been in that room, they could hear the sound of your hearts, trying to beat in sync.

“Oh fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned with a sinful roll of his hips that had you clutching whatever you could. One hand got to his back, nails digging into his skin while the other gripped the bedsheets.

His thickness felt to good, stretching you so wide. He groaned a reply and almost tormently-slowly, he pushed deeper, his thick cock stretching you more that his fingers could. He paused, allowing you catch your breath and adjust to just how perfect the other felt.

Peter groaned with pleasure and kissed you open mouthed, eager and lust filled, then he started to move. The pace started out so slow, his fingers dig into your hips, his mouth on yours then moving back to your neck with his hot breath on your sweat slicked skin.

You wrapped your legs around him, pulling your hips upwards so he’s even deeper with each thrust. Your fingers were in his hair, tugging and stroking while you moaned your delight from feeling him inside you. When neither of you can take it anymore, he sped up, still achingly deep. His thrusts were crushingly hard and your cunt so tight around him that the sensation was almost too much.

Without warning, Peter grabbed your legs and hitched them over his shoulders, creating a new angle that let him hit even deeper inside you with every thrust. Each time he moved now, the speed increased until he was pumping into you at a feverish pace. Your cries of pleasure were now silent as you writhed underneath him, on the brink of your orgasm. "Oh fuck, Peter,” you moaned as your legs started to shake. You’ve never felt something like that before. A continuous stream of curses fell from your lips as he found the perfect angle that had your entire core feeling as if it was on fire.

“I’m here,” he said in the most tender voice he could muster between the growls of delight. “I love you.”

It was the last thing you needed to hear before you could let go, finally finding your second release. He put your legs back down around his waist somehow, you didn’t even realize it due to the feeling of fire in your core. He held you tighter as the orgasm ripped through your body, his body also quaking as your arousal fluttered around his, drawing him further into you.

You cried out, as the orgasm was washing over you and you went limp beneath him. He didn’t give you a chance to breath before he started slamming back into you. Your core was still sensitive but you didn’t care. He just felt so damn good.

As you gasped for air, his lips met your neck in sloppy kisses. His hands clawed at your sides as he was quickly approaching his own climax. Peter came with a low pitched growl, as you were milking him dry.

“Shit you feel so damn good around me, babe,” he panted while coming down from his euphoria. He stilled for a few moments with his head on your chest, catching his breath before he gently slit out and crawled to the bedside and freed his penis from the elastic.

Once he laid back down on his bed, he pulled you close to him as he nested his head in your neck.

“God, this was amazing,” he muttered against your neck, the vibrations of his lips left tingles all over your body.

So here you were, sitting in the bus next to Peter on your way home with his headphones in your ear and your fingers intertwined, the same way you did on your way to the resort. But this time it wasn’t all fake, this time it was real. This time it was a real relationship.

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“So that’s it then,” she muttered helplessly, wincing as she heard the slight strain within the cracking of her betrayed voice, “that’s really all I am to you.” He ran his hands through his hair and shrugged his broad shoulders, a defeated sigh flowing through his lips, “you’re my best friend.”

Her swollen lips parted then closed and she crossed her arms over her chest, “that’s it?” His hands dropped to his sides, silence filling the air before he uttered those two words, that felt like a dagger through the rib of her chest, “that’s it.”

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statues and stories | p.k.

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

word count: 813

song: statues and stories - adam guettel | 🔦

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Both of my sides are good."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And you didn't stop me?"

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

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

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

"Yeah?"

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, but I want Florence."

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

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I Can’t Keep Doing This (P. K.)

Warnings: Nop.

Word Count: 300 words.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I can’t keep doing this…”

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