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viscountoflondon · 1 year ago

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College Kavinsky 2.0

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

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

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

“Shit sorry Y/L/N”

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

You interrupt “I understand”

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

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

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

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

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

You shrug “Peter couldn’t make it”

“Oh shit what did he say?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey!” he says walking in

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh wow!”

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

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

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

“Really? I thought you liked the spotlight”

“Yea I kinda wanna be invisible sometimes”

“Aww” you pout seeing the exhaustion in his expression

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

You beam at him “You got this Kavinsky”

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

“You’re so cheesy” You blush looking

“Only for you Y/L/N”

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

“Talking” he says matter of factly answering for you

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

“Yoo Peetterrr” You hear Sean calls to him

You see the annoyed expression on his face

“Pull up a chair guys” Olivia instructs her friends

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

You look down at your phone after receiving a text

Peter 🥰: Sorry about this

Y/N: its okay

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

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

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

“Nice meeting you too”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I just got here

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

KAVINSKY You both turn

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

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

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

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

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

“FOUR?!”

“Okay three and then i will leave you alone”

“Deal”

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

She holds onto you tight “One morree pleeasseee”

“Peter is watching” you mention not liking his attention

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Busy like you” He hums in agreement

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

“Do i need to dress up?” you ask

He shrugs “Sort of”

“When?”

He smiles “You tell me gorgeous”

“Yo Kavinsky” you hear from the distance

“Oh my gooodddd”

You giggle

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

“Shoot” he answers nonchalantly

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

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

“Oh shit didn’t mean to interrupt”

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

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

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

“Finally okay about dinner”

KAVINSKY he Mark calls

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

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

“It’s okay Peter”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She smiles “Really when?”

You shrug “Next weekend I think”

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

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

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

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

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

“Kavinsky, you’re early

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

“Do you wanna come in sorry for the mess

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

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

Oh you blush “I’m good”

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

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

“It’s my pleasure

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

“I’ll take some water”

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

“No problem take your time!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Absolutely!”

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

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

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

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

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

“I have dessert for you two”

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

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

“Peter” you say above a whisper

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re so thoughtful thank you Peter”

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

“Nothing” you smile looking away from him

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

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

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

“You’re such a romantic”

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

You smile

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

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

“Y/N!”

Your head snaps to look at him “Yea?”

“You okay?”

“Yes!” you smile

“Tell me amore” he caresses your hands again

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

“Oh I’m okay”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oooo” the girls say in unison

“You guys are back finally” Ivy comments

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

He salutes them “Nice to meet you two”

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

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

“Thanks!”

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

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

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

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

“Okay okay he looks around taking it in”

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

“I have the attic”

“Wow” he comments your space was cozy

“You like?”

“It's very cozy I love it”

Warm lights and fake candles adorned your space

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

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

“Oh she has the basement”

“Cool, cool”

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

“I like it, it fits you”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Its worth it!” he declares

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

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

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

He smiles and walks down the steps with you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You smile be yourself”

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

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cantstoptheimagines · 2 years ago

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

Summary — Your best friend has been keeping a secret.

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

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

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

“You got another one!”

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

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

“Wanna know what who said?”

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

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

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

“Nothing—!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Grow a pair, Kavinsky,” she glared.

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

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

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

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

Knock! Knock!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m glad it’s you, Peter.”

“Yeah?” he practically giggled.

You nodded, smiling wide, “Yeah.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?!” you exclaimed. “Why not?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s a deal.”

#2023 #secret admirer #to all the boys i've loved before #to all the boys i've loved before imagine #to all the boys i've loved before imagines #to all the boys i've loved before x reader #peter kavinsky imagine #peter kavinsky imagines #peter kavinsky x reader

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whydoyouwantmyname · 4 days ago

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So let me get this straight….

“Peter, this is a horrible idea.” You smiled as your best friend looked at you from across your dorm room, the empty bed of the roommate that never showed supported his tall frame as he looked at you, bewildered.

“It worked once, why wouldn’t it work a second time?”

“Well for starters…. You were both in high school, and high school girls are dumb. Secondly you are doing this to make the girl who did this with you the first time jealous, so don’t you think she will know your trick by now?”

“Yes, but…. This time is different.”

“And how is that?”

“Simple… you won’t make me just put my hand in your back pocket.” Peter smiled as he pulled out a notebook, “now we need clear guidelines.”

“So we are really doing this?” You asked, as he looked up from the chicken scratch he called writing.

“Yes, [Y/N], you are the most badass woman I have met while here, and if anyone can help me win Laura Jean back, it’s you. Now… rule number one, we both have to post each other on socials, since she follows both parties, also we have to comment on anything the other posts.”

“Can it be mean?” You asked, as he looked at you offended, “What, bullying you is my love language.”

“Fine, but I will make you cry with my insults so be ready.” He smiled that infectious smile that made the corners of your lips pull up, as you pulled your knees up to your chest, a gesture that you didn’t know made Peter’s heart slightly skip… a feeling he ignored because Lara Jean was the goal…. Right.

“The day that happens Kavinsky I will pay you $20… or I will buy all the pizza you can eat.” You smiled as he leaned back

“Rule number 2, we have to go to the diner, twice a week.”

“Why?” You asked, your eyebrow raising as he replied, “Because whenever I ask you, you say you don’t want to go.”

“Because you always ask me when I have exams.” You defended, as he shock his head, “No excuses.”

“Fine, but you have to come to go to the cafe in the art building with me 4 times a week, because you said they have the best coffee.”

“Well then you have to go to my lacrosse games.”

“I already do.” You replied, “I even wear the hoodie you gave me to show Stanford pride.”

“And… you have to go to 3 practices, and watch with the other girlfriends.”

“You do know they only do that to have sex under the bleachers right?”

“Oh yeah, and now you are one of them.”

“I need it in writing no sex under the bleachers…. Or in the library…. Or the maintenance closet in the dining hall.” You added, his eyebrow raising as he whispered, “But sex is on the table.”

“Do you want it to be? I mean that would be a bit weird seeing how this whole thing is to get back with your ex.”

“Right, sex off the table, kissing…. On the table.”

“On the cheek… or hand… or nose. The minute you touch my lips though I am telling her everything.” You replied as he raised his hands in defense.

“And the rest we will figure out along the way.” He added as you lowered your legs, planted your feet to the floor, and crossed the dorm room, hand extended.

“One last rule.” You stated

“I get to touch your boob.”

“No….” You sheepishly replied, “No matter the outcome, our friendship will never change.”

“Course not. You are like my best friend here.” He stated before extending a hand to you, which you forcefully took and shook.

That night you started it with the basics, all social medias were flood with news of the new relationship, status were changed, pictures were switched, or in your case, updated (since it was already a picture of you and Peter that Lara Jean took her last visit, when you and her attended Peter’s Lacrosse game and he leant you his hoodie). Initials were added the bios, and dates were plastered everywhere. Soon your wall was filled with comments of about time, and finally, and the ones from the locals in your home town, saying that you looked cute together, and complementing you, and then there was the occasional ones focused on Lara Jean, who up until that moment had failed to inform anyone other than her immediate circle that she shattered Peter’s heart.

The next day you started your new daily routine, and honestly, nothing felt like it had changed, other than the position of your hands, and the fact that at random times he would throw you off with a kiss on a random body part, since he had to avoid your lips, and soon you found yourself forgetting it was all pretend, and kissing him too. Your friend group, who had no idea this was fake, found it extremely believable and couldn’t help but comment about how natural you both looked together. Soon almost everyone had forgotten about Lara Jean… but not the two of you.

Now Peter didn’t tell you why Lara Jean and him split, you assumed since she ended it that she had been cheating on Peter with some city boy, since everyone knew NYU guys were 20% hotter than any small town superstars. You also were not one to pry, but you found it odd that 48 hours after, he was in your dorm room devising this plan. You also found it odd that Laura Jean still hadn’t unfriended either of you after two weeks of your daily updates, and constant flirting in socials. You took a selfie at every practice of your smiling face as the team practiced behind you, Peter visible in the background, he took pictures of your food, and coffees, you both posted the occasion cute message on the wall, or a picture of you two throughout the years of Stanford. But she never responded, never engaged, never even acknowledged that they existed.

Until… one day she did…..

He had posted a picture one of his teammates had taken of the two of you at a game, his back to the camera as he looked up to you on the bleachers, your torso bent over the railing as you were kissing his forehead, the caption read as follows…

No matter what, I will always choose us. #goodluckkiss #StanfordUniversity #BestBooEver #MyWorld #AlwaysandForever

And just like that, she commented, “I’m glad I was right.”

You saw that comment, after you had posted yours, “You make me the luckiest woman in the world, even if your forehead tasted like salty sweat.” A mild comment at best.

Your own eyebrow raised as you read it, and then saw the replies flood in from all the mutuals they had…

Jen: I told you he isnt worth it

Chris: You will find someone better, I promise. The world is your oyster!

Trevor: L G I am so sorry, if you need to talk let me know… and yes Chris is forcing me to write this bro.

Kitty: I can’t believe my matchmaker skills failed me.

As you watched them come in you grew more confused, I mean this is the first time she had engaged, and yet she was saying she was right? Right about what?

So you did the sensible thing…

“What does she mean she was right?” You turned the phone to Peter, who was sitting in your dorm, as he had the spare key they had for the roommate.

“What are you talking about?”

“On your latest Instagram post, Lara Jean replied saying she was right…. What was she right about?”

“I have no idea what you are talking about.”

“I want a new rule added to the contract.” You whispered, “No lying, complete honesty.”

“Fine.” His tone now serious as he looked to the ground, “Total honesty.”

“Okay, so… why did she say…”

“Why did you agree to do this?” He asked, cutting you off as you stared at him, dumbfounded.

“You answer first.”

“I can’t, you asked your question before we established the rule, and since I asked the first question after establishing, you now have to answer honestly.”

“Fine.” You exhaled, “I agreed because you are my friend and if it helps you be happy, then I will fake being with you, to help you obtain the thing that makes you happy.”

“So it’s not because some part of you is in love with me.”

“I don’t want to answer that.” You replied, as he smiled, “You just did.”

“Why was Lara Jean right?”

“She thought we were sleeping together behind her back.”

“You’re joking, she legit visited so many times, why all of a sudden, now, she thinks we are screwing?”

“Because I told her I wanted to end it, that I didn’t think I loved her the same. And she asked me if I was dumping her because of you. And I told her no…. And then roped you into being my pretend girlfriend to see if you liked me the way I liked you…. And I guess I was…”

“Right.” You cut him off, “You were right. She was right I guess.”

“So I was cheating on my girlfriend of years with you?”

“No.” You whispered, “but I like you, I mean why else would I agree to your silly plan? I just…. I thought you only wanted Lara Jean?”

“I did…. But you changed me.” He said, his hands reaching to take yours as he pulled you closer, “I fell in love with you like one does when they slip into a dream, slowly and then all at once they are swallowed by it. You are my dream.”

“That’s… insanely cheesy.” You smiled as he looked up at you, “You are worth all the cheesing though.”

“Already Kavinsky, so now what do we do?”

“You kiss me, and then we go to dinner, you pick.”

“I have to add something though, now that I assume I am your girlfriend.”

“Anything darling.”

“Sex is on the table now.” You joked, before he pulled you slowly down towards him, and your lips locked for the first of many times

#peter kavinsky #Peter Kavinsky imagine #Peter Kavinsky imagines #pov #Imagines #imagine #fanfictions

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lateatnewyork · 21 days ago

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SECRETS…? | 000

pairing: minho (xo kitty) x rich!reader

info: summer of soft launching.

fc: luv_jayne and other randoms

info: dae and kitty are together, set in season two except this was written before season two came out so bare with me.

korean in italics

part zero | part one

minhom

liked by theynln, quincyshebazian and 832,491 others she pushed me even after i gave her a kiss 😔 view comments

damimoon when am i going to get to meet her? ➥ minhom shes forcing me to bring her soon ➥ damimoon i already like her quincyshebazian dude do we not get to know ➥ quincyshebazian and why is yn ln in ur likes ➥ minhom our moms worked on set together kimdaeheon didnt even tell me? ➥ minhom cant have press finding out kittycovey finally someone to make u happy yuri where are you? ➥ minhom i was in vegas, tokyo now italy then bali ➥ yuri well that’s interesting minhofangirl WHAT NO lulu did we mean nothing to you ➥ minhom IT WAS ONE DATE

koreagossip

liked by yuri, theynln and 1,285,738 others YN LN, only daughter to the son of Korea’s most influential family and daughter of Phillipines most powerful heritages, joins Korean Independent School of Seoul. view comments

ynlover YN MY QUEEN user78 IM GONNA BE IN THE SAME COUNTRY AS YN LN user65 I LOVE YN

baddest eva: bruh did you see the caption they done listed my entire family line yurine: this is why i like that ur my best friend baddest eva: what yurine: ur more famous than me baddest eva: jugeullae? yurine: anyways, you and minho huh? baddest eva: i was gonna tell you but i was too busy yurine: busy doing what? making out baddest eva: maybe baddest eva: i think we might keep it quiet for now yurine: i get it but at least ur not gay baddest eva: LMAO ILY YURI baddest eva: but i gtg minho n i are flying to bali today

theynln

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yuri THIS IS WORSE THAN ME baesuzy can’t wait to see u in seoul ➥ theynln YAYAY user98 deep down shes just a girl ➥ theynln 💪 🎀 kimsohyun BRO LET ME IN ON THE SECRET?? seoinguk your parents are not gonna like this ➥ theynln shhhh dont be a snitch

“arent i so clever” i say to minho pointing at my phone, he grabs my phone then throws it onto the bed and pulls me close.

“you have this beautiful man right in front of you and you’re asking him if you’re clever?” his british accent is so thick and it raises goosebumps all over my arms.

“you’re so full of yourself” i smile and wrap my arms around your neck.

“what would you prefer i do?” i say gazing up at minho.

i see his adam’s apple bob and i can tell he's nervous, i gently scratch my nails at the back of his head and it’s like that triggers something, the next second his lips are connected to mine.

minhom

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yuri thank god you only have another five days ➥ minhom a lot can happen in five days quincyshebazian ok i know who it is ➥ minhom WHAT HOW kimdaeheon bro just tell me even Q knows now kittycovey WHEN CAN I MEET HER ➥ minhom how about never?

“minho dont be mean” i scold him when i read his comment to kitty.

“whatever you say,” he huffs.

theynln

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yuri 🤮 ➥ theynln you’re just a hater seoinguk so your parents know now ➥ theynln thanks snitch madisonmiller BRUH U GUYS ARE SO CUTE ➥ theynln I CANT WAIT TO SEE U

teenvogue

liked by minhom, theynln and 1,739,777 others Photoshoot with YN LN before the semester starts. view comments

user87 um why is minho in the likes ➥ user91 cos theyre friends ?? ynlover SHES SO PRETTY BRO iluvyn in another life this could be me user12 how is she the same age as me

minho and i had separated the night before because there was no chance that we could be able to walk into school together.

baby 💗: hey when are you coming to school baddest eva: soon, i can’t find my shoes baby 💗: you might have left those here baddest eva: im gonna kms baby 💗: dont do that whos gonna give me kisses baddest eva: right how could i leave you, manchild baby 💗: i am not a manchild baddest eva: keep telling yourself that

after a couple of minutes, i find another pair to wear and head to school.

the second i reach im happy that yuri is already there waiting for me, with minho, a really energetic girl, and two guys.

“yuri!” i squeal and hug her tightly. “i’m so happy we convinced our parents to let me come to k.i.s.s”.

“me too” yuri sighs.

“let me introduce you to everyone; you know minho,” my hand stiffens as his strong familiar touch engulfs my hand, our eyes flit to each others and we pull apart as if we were burnt.

yuri clears her throat and goes on “thats dae,” i wave and give a small smile, “i heard you helped yuri a lot,”

dae smiles back and before i can say anything, the energetic girl bursts “i’m katherine song covey, kitty to my friends, yuri has told me so much about you!”.

i laugh as she wraps her arms around me and i look at minho scoffing; my gaze hardens for a split second and my smile returns when he drops his malicious face.

once kitty has stopped hugging me, yuri goes to introduce the last person but i cut her off “Q, i know we’re insta friends,”.

he smiles and gives me a quick hug, before we head inside.

kitty comes up beside me, “so you and minho?” i choke on my spit.

“what?” i ask clearing my throat.

“you guys are hiding your relationship” kitty says a little bit too loudly.

“lower your voice” i hiss at her. “how do you know?”

“well for starters, i saw your phone earlier, sorry, it had a picture of you with a guy, and then i see minho with a similar lock screen but this time you can't see the girls face but shes wearing the same thing as you,” she explains.

i groan, remembering when i told minho that matching lock screens were too obvious. before i can say anything else kitty speaks up, “don’t worry i won’t tell anyone”

i sigh in relief “thanks”

“we’re rooming together,” yuri comes up to kitty and i.

“you’re staying at school?” i repeat it twice remembering kitty cant speak korean.

“i convinced my parents, since you’re here,” yuri says.

“i guess this means you’re officially invited to the group chat” kitty says excited.

new follower ! ‘ iluvcatsnmybf ’

iluvcatsnmybf

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iluvdogsnmygf ur so cute ➥ xokitty give her a second shes giggling at her phone q_werty WHEN DID YURI AND MINHO HUG ➥ iluvcatsnmybf when they were arguing over who i love more ➥ iluvdogsnmygf obviously me ➥ imyurich i’ve known her since she burped after every meal dae_priv who was gonna tell me about yn and minho ➥ iluvcatsnmybf i thought minho told you ➥ iluvdogsnmygf i forgot

boba fiends

dae is my bae: does anyone know where kitty is baby 💗: no baddest eva: no q for quiche: where are both of you yurine: kicked me out of the dorm baddest eva: no i politely asked you to hang out with juliana kitkat: im safe guys baby 💗: great leave us alone now

“minho” i say lowly in a warning my eyes glaring down at him from my position in his lap.

baby 💗: please dae is my bae: did he just say please yurine: yn prolly made him baddest eva: anyway… movie night in the best dorm ever tonight?

“do we have to have a movie night with them?” minho complains.

“come on it’ll be fun,” i say “i’ll give you so many kisses,”.

i kiss the corner of his lips, then his cheek, then his nose. then finally i pulled back to stare at him and gasp when he grabs me and locks our lips together.

my hands instinctively run up his chest and delve into his hair.

we pull apart, needy for air; we’re about to go for a second kiss when there’s a knock at the door and the unmistakable voice of auntie jina.

my eyes widen, as i jump out of his lap and shove a shirtless minho into the bedroom and slam the door shut.

“yn hi im looking for yuri” auntie jina says as she steps in.

“shes not here right now, i can tell her youu came by though,” i say rubbing my sweaty palms.

“thank you,” jina says as she turns around to leave the room.

“and you can tell whatever boy is in the bedroom he can come out,”

my jaw drops and i start stuttering but shes already left.

a/n so rhis is definitely a series jusr patiently bare with me luv u guys

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st-ev-ie · 15 days ago

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guys i was watching Xo Kitty and i was wondering, does anyone know any good stories out there where the trope is like pop star x backup dancer ?? like i genuinely feel that’d be so cute like maybe one of the one d guys or any other fandoms/au???

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lunar190 · 7 months ago

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Título: Professor.

Contagem de palavras: 495 palavras.

|S/n Collalto|

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

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

A química com ele também parecia ser constante.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

_Massa e molho._ Ele respondeu.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

_Eu sei._ Ele respondeu compreensivo.

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

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

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

Eu amava cada detalhe da existência desse homem.

▪︎▪︎▪︎

Só porquê eu amo a ideia do Kavinsky.

Vote, por favor.

🚩

#fanfic #imagines #art #fiction #peter kavinsky

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ghettogirly · 7 months ago

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Heyy!

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

𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

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

-> format: imagine/short story.

-> theme: angst w/ conflicting ending.

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

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

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

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

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

𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊

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

Who has ever successfully hid from the cartel?

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

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

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

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

A pause occurred yet you just sat back and listened.

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

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

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

𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

waiting for your time to strike.

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

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

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

“No seas estúpido.”

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

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

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

“¿Por qué no contesta?”

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

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

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

“Señor, nos quedamos cortos.”

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

“Boss…”

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

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

“Voy a quemar todo este país.”

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[🌸] 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒:

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

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

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

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

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izels-writing · 5 days ago

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Hi, I recently discovered your page and I love it! I was wondering if you could do a “to all the boys I loved before” trope with reader and James potter? Like reader is similar to Lara Jean and James to Peter Kavinsky

of course of course!! i’m not sure if you wanted the storyline or just the character-likeness, so i did a little bit of both! tysm for the request my love!💗

also gonna make this more than one part bc I don’t wanna make it super long but I don’t wanna rush it either!!

j. potter — how forever feels ! [1/?]

Pairing: james potter x fem!hopelessromantic!reader

Summary: the stars have aligned and you and james’ futures had intertwined.

Warning: surprise kiss (not in a malicious way!), anxiety, upsetting situation, james potter is a cutie i love him, fake dating trope!!!, let me know if i miss anything!

for as long as you could remember, you'd been a hopeless romantic. every love story, every gesture, and every confession of love in all the romance movies you'd seen were every idea of perfect you could imagine.

except, this idea of love often came with side effect called fear of rejection. so every crush and every feeling that ever developed for someone, you'd never admit it aloud.

so you did the next best thing. you wrote it down.

for the past couple of years, each time you'd fallen completely in love with someone—you wrote them a letter. you'd fallen for them, to you, this was your way of letting them go after the fact. you wrote the letter, pouring out your heart and then some, before stuffing the addressed but never mailed letter in a shoebox and shoving it to the back of your closet.

and from then on, you'd let go of these feelings of love that plagued your every waking moment.

and despite it sounding like many—you only had three letters so far.

the first letter you'd ever wrote was to evan rosier in your first year. before teenage drama and bullshit took over and corrupted his terrible soul, the two of you had shared a class together—potions. he was kind and sweet and very good at potions, always asking to be your partner because you weren't so good at it. it was a puppy love, with him giving you small gifts and offering to help you study. had he not been enthralled by the idea of being exactly like his family, you were sure he was it.

the second letter you ever wrote was to james potter in the fourth year. you two had signed up for a valentine's day hogsmeade trip, where the prefects were to assign everyone a partner for the day—who would then go to different stores and shops, getting into the valentine's day spirit. thinking back now, it seems silly, but to fourteen yerra-old you, it was a chance at love. when you were assigned james potter, you were thrilled. he was handsome and a famous quidditch player, he seemed like the entire package. and he was. he was a complete gentleman, holding the door open for you, buying you a small bouquet of flowers at hogsmeade, offering you his coat—the works. he was pleasant to talk to too, making you laugh and finding him and his stories rather interesting. had it not been for the fact that he was infatuated with lily evans, you would like to think you'd have gone on a few more dates after that.

and now, in you sixth year, you'd written one to benjamin jones—your best friends boyfriend. you couldn't help it, when last year you'd been paired together for care of magical creatures and began to fall for him. his kind green eyes, his sweet smile, and the way you could tell him anything and everything without him judging. he was the epitome of what you wanted. he was a friend, but you were also in love with him.

granted, he hadn't been your best friends boyfriend when you had fallen for him. that came after the fact. and while it hurt, you made peace with it once you wrote your letter.

except, your sibling had made the mistake of stumbling across the wrong box to mail. and your parents made the mistake of mailing the letters. and the mistakes rolled on from there.

and now you were left dealing with the fact that the three boys you still went to school with would read your letter.

——

"they what?!" you blurted angrily.

"they mailed the letters. i didn't realize what they were until now when evan opened his! i'm sorry, y/n!" your siblings exclaimed.

you felt your entire world spin. there was no way you could continue your day, much less your life. three boys in this school now had your innermost thoughts and feelings revealed to them. thing you'd never say aloud, much less tell them.

your breathing quickened and you felt yourself feeling lightheaded. you turned to your best friend, "i'm so sorry, i wrote that letter before you two got together,"

lie.

"i know, i know, it's okay. i know your process. why don't we go back to your dorm, okay?" she replied kindly, helping you stand.

this response eased your nerves a bit, but nonetheless, the panic was still setting in. you nodded, getting up to make your way back to your dorm. you couldn't believe this right now.

as you walked, your breathing kept quickening. you began to see dark spots and hoped you'd make it back to your dorm before any of them had the thought to come up to you.

but realizing your state, your best friend took you to the courtyard for some much needed fresh air. making students were out there, enjoying their breakfast on such a beautiful day.

a beautiful day for them.

she sat you by a concrete ledge, helping you sit properly as you attempted to calm down. you tried to breathe in and out.

"i'm going to go get you some water, okay? stay here!" she said calmly, running off.

you nodded as she left, feeling your breathing slow. there's no way any of them could think to find you out here...right?

wrong.

"l/n!" a voice called out as they ran toward you. the brown-skinned, tall, muscular boy who was the subject of your second letter made his way over to you. in his hand he held the infamous letter. you swallowed thickly.

"uhm, hi," you replied timidly.

he sat next to you, taking a deep breath and likely preparing himself for what he thought was going to be a difficult conversation. "how are you? uhm, listen i wanted to talk to you about this letter you wrote me..."

you turned to james, wishing the ground could swallow you whole. "oh?"

"yeah, listen, you're a great girl—you're beautiful and funny and smart, but uh, i don't like you that way—" james said sheepishly, hoping you wouldn't get upset.

"i don't like you anymore, james, i wrote that letter two years ago. you were never supposed to see it," you blurted your confession. he sighed and smiled.

"oh great, i was afraid—"

"y/n!" a familiar voice exclaimed. your blood ran cold.

benjamin jones.

"i'm sorry," you told james suddenly as you figured out the only escape you could.

"for what?" james questioned, but he didn't have much time to elaborate because before he knew it—you kissed him. roughly, but nicely. for a weak moment, living out a fantasy he'd had at fourteen, he kissed back.

unbeknownst to him, you took a peak and noticed that benjamin and your best friend had spotted you. she chuckled and got him to walk off with her, explaining away the letter to her boyfriend. because while she may not know the letter was not before they began dating, given the contents of it, he likely did.

you pulled away as they walked off. you looked at james apologetically.

"wait.." he muttered in confusion. "you don't like me, right?"

"i'm so sorry," you replied quickly. and just like that, you stood up and ran off.

——

after a emotionally tumultuous few days, you were finally focused back on your studies. as of right now, you were in the library and attempting to take your mind off of everything while pouring your entire brain into completing your DADA essay.

but the universe had other plans for you.

"y/n?" a familiar voice called out. you looked up and felt your heart drop. you hadn't really spoken to him since...well, since you'd kissed him.

"james, hi..." you attempted a smile, but you only looked embarrassed. and to say you felt embarrassed was an understatement.

"you're a tough girl to find, l/n," he chuckled. he took a seat across from you, nodding to your assignment sprawled in front of you. "what're you doing?"

"oh, DADA essay," you said offhandedly.

"i have no idea how to ask this, so i'm just going to ask it," he prefaced, his tone sounding confused. "uh, why did you kiss me?"

you felt your face burn up. "i'm so sorry, look i really am. it's just...you're not the only person i wrote a letter to,"

"i'm not? way to make a guy feel less special," he muttered with a slight frown. "but i was your favorite letter to write, right?" he added hopefully.

"james," you warned.

"okay, okay...but that doesn't explain why you kissed me," he grinned. "did my dashing looks just fog your mind?"

"you wish," you rolled your eyes playfully. "look, i recently wrote a letter to someone who had a girlfriend, and that girlfriend is dear to me. i didn't want to make it awkward you know? so, i thought if he saw us kissing, he'd drop it. and so far, he has..."

james nodded. "makes sense, i suppose."

his mind seemed to drift off until finally, he smiled mischievously at you. you gave him a wary look.

"we can help each other," he grinned, leaning back in his chair.

"and how do you suppose we do that?" you asked carefully.

"well you don't want this guy to think you like him right? and well, i have a problem of my own.." he explained.

"which is?" you asked.

"you know lily evans?" he asked. you nodded. "well, she's dating this tosser, really. she and i had a moment back over the summer and really, i just want her to see we're right for each other..."

you nodded. "you want to make her jealous,"

"exactly! and, if you and i pretend to date, we can get rid of both of our problems!" james added happily.

"would that even work? it's so spontaneous and sudden, people have never even seen us together besides that one hogsmeade trip two years ago," you asked warily. "it's a good idea in theory, but realistically...?"

"we'll plant roots! like i'll say i'm not understanding something and you overheard and offered to tutor me! we'll spend some time here together for like a week or two and then bam, we start going out!" he explained with a grin.

you weighed out the options. eventually you'd have to talk about it with benjamin, but not if you had a boyfriend. and it'd solve james' problem too.

"fine, but we're establishing rules. like no kissing!" you explained quickly as james began to celebrate.

"no kissing? what're you? a nun? surely you've kissed someone before," he chuckled.

you remained quiet, struggling to meet his eyes. it wasn't for lack of wanting to—you just wanted your first kiss to be perfect and special.

"i want it to be special, okay?" you snapped quietly.

"okay, okay, understandable. what else?" he asked.

"we have to spend time together actually, and learn things about each other so we're not blindsided by questions. second, we can't tell anyone—what we're doing, it's so juvenile everyone would just laugh," you added. "and, we have to try to have dates together as much as we can, make it believable,"

james nodded to everything. "i agree. but i have rules too,"

you sighed. "okay, let's hear them,"

"you have to wear my quidditch jersey and attend my games, plus go to parties with me. and, you have to come with me to the quidditch end of year ball,"

the night was notorious for quidditch players sleeping with their significant others. it was meant for sixth and seventh years to attend a ball out of hogwarts, at some other school and chatting with international teams who were scouting for their next players. it was the beginning of the year and surely the ruse wouldn't last that long. which is the only reason you did this:

"okay," you nodded with a smile.

he stuck his hand out, grinning at you. you took his hand and shook it.

"so, we have a deal," he replied.

"we do, now let me finish this essay," you joked.

"yes, ma'am," he chuckled.

#james potter #marauders era #the marauders #harry potter #lily evans #james fleamont potter #james potter x reader #james x reader #james x you #jamespotter #request #x reader

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yougavemeyourheartyouknow · 1 year ago

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

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

(Y/N)- Your name

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

Word count: 1.2k

Series Masterlist

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

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“Shi-“slam.

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh?

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

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

oh.

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

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

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

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

—

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

…

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

…

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

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

“3:18 AM” the clock read.

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

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

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cryinginmyroomsposts · 2 years ago

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Masterlist

Let me know your thoughts and feedback.

Requests are open Fics

BTS

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

Where There's Sunshine, there's Midnight Rain - J-Hope fic [oneshot] [est rel, angst, fluff]

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

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

SVT

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]

In the Night - Mingyu fic [oneshot] [fluff, pure fluff, friends to lovers, clg bf Mingyu]

If This Was a Movie - Wonwoo fic [Mini Series] [ongoing] [angst, fluff, slight crack, second chance trope, strangers to lovers, non-idol!au]

New Year's Day - Mingyu fic [oneshot][fluff, pure fluff, friends to lovers, clg!au]

decipher you - Woozi fic [oneshot] [angst, yearning, established relationship, marriage, fluff ending, idol husband! jihoon]

Svt as specific tropes - ot13 | random imagine scenarios

So High School - Dino fic [one-shot] [fluff, romcom-coded, fake relationship, happy ending, peter kavinsky vibes]

SKZ

Mr Gorgeous - Lee Know fic [oneshot] [college au, tutor trope, fluff, crack, angst]

Dancing With Our Hands Tied - Hyunjin fic [oneshot][college au, dancers, friends to lovers, fluff, crack, angst]

Shower of Flowers- Seungmin fic [oneshot] [fluff, pure fluff, friends to lovers, clg bf]

Easy - Changbin fic [oneshot] [fluff, slighttt angst, boyfriend binnie, very fluffy, kind of a drabble]

Stuck with you - Seungmin fic [oneshot] [fluff, friends to lvoers, college au, singer seungmin, clg bf!seungmin]

Maybe - Jeongin fic [oneshot] [fluff, friends to lovers, unrequited love, best friend Jeongin, winter weather, angsty yearning]

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viscountoflondon · 1 year ago

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College Kavinsky 1.0

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

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

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

Warnings: curse words, slight vulgarity.

GIF credits below

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

“Oh she left?” Ivy (your roommate)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~Flashback~

“Why didn’t you say something back?”

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

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

“So a guy complimenting your shoes would mean?”

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

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

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

“I AM NOT!” she stresses

“Ivanna, why would Peter want me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“SI! Damn!”

“GREAT” she smiles

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

“Oh”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“YAY! Lets go shopping!”

“Okay!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“SPEAK OF THE DEVIL! Y/N!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“YEA!” you fake a smile

“WHERE YOU GOING?”

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

“OH I UMM WAS GONNA GO TO CRISPY”

“OOOOH YESSS!” She pinches your side

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

“I TEXTED YOU!” You feel yourself getting angry

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

“WHAT’S CRISPY?” Sean asks

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Peter take care of her!”

“Scouts honor” he responds in a calm manner

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

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

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

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

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

“MMMM” He moans, throwing his head back.

“It’s good right”

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

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

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

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

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

“I have not!”

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

“I was not” you blush

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

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

He quirks his brow “And?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nice”

“Siblings”

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

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

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

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

“You guys want anything else?”

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

“We are good”

“Alright together or separate checks”

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

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

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

You stop midway “Thanks Peter” you say sheepishly

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

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

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

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

“Oh shit I forgot”

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

“Fuck off” Sean “ready?” he asks you

“Oh yea” you say standing up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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.

#red velvet imagines #fem reader #yeri x reader #red velvet yeri

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