#Peter kavinsky imagine

[ilovepeterbarker]

The Plan (Teaser)

Peter kavinsky x reader

Warnings: Kissing, cheesy, cute

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

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

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

“Okay what are the rules?” Peter says

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure” You say.

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

“Yes.” You say.

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

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

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

“Yes” you say seriously.

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

“Are you sure you are?” You tease.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fine darling.” You smile playfully.

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

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

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

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

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

[cantstoptheimagines]

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

Summary — Your best friend has been keeping a secret.

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

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

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

“You got another one!” 

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

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

“Wanna know what who said?” 

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

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

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

“Nothing��!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Grow a pair, Kavinsky,” she glared.

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

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

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

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

Knock! Knock!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m glad it’s you, Peter.”

“Yeah?” he practically giggled.

You nodded, smiling wide, “Yeah.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?!” you exclaimed. “Why not?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s a deal.”

[viscountoflondon]

College Kavinsky 2.0

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

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

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

“Shit sorry Y/L/N”

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

You interrupt “I understand” 

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

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

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

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

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

You shrug “Peter couldn’t make it” 

“Oh shit what did he say?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey!” he says walking in 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh wow!” 

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

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

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

“Really? I thought you liked the spotlight” 

“Yea I kinda wanna be invisible sometimes” 

“Aww” you pout seeing the exhaustion in his expression 

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

You beam at him “You got this Kavinsky” 

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

“You’re so cheesy”  You blush looking 

“Only for you Y/L/N” 

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

“Talking” he says matter of factly answering for you 

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

“Yoo Peetterrr” You hear Sean calls to him 

You see the annoyed expression on his face 

“Pull up a chair guys” Olivia instructs her friends

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

You look down at your phone after receiving a text 

Peter 🥰: Sorry about this

Y/N: its okay 

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

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

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

“Nice meeting you too”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I just got here

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

KAVINSKY You both turn

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

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

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

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

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

“FOUR?!” 

“Okay three and then i will leave you alone” 

“Deal” 

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

She holds onto you tight “One morree pleeasseee”

“Peter is watching” you mention not liking his attention 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Busy like you”  He hums in agreement 

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

“Do i need to dress up?” you ask 

He shrugs “Sort of”

“When?”

He smiles “You tell me gorgeous” 

“Yo Kavinsky” you hear from the distance 

“Oh my gooodddd”

You giggle 

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

“Shoot” he answers nonchalantly 

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

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

“Oh shit didn’t mean to interrupt” 

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

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

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

“Finally okay about dinner”

KAVINSKY he Mark calls 

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

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

“It’s okay Peter”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She smiles “Really when?” 

You shrug “Next weekend I think” 

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

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

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

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

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

“Kavinsky, you’re early 

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

“Do you wanna come in sorry for the mess

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

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

Oh you blush “I’m good” 

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

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

“It’s my pleasure 

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

“I’ll take some water” 

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

“No problem take your time!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Absolutely!” 

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

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

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

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

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

“I have dessert for you two” 

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

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

“Peter” you say above a whisper 

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re so thoughtful thank you Peter” 

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

“Nothing” you smile looking away from him 

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

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

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

“You’re such a romantic”

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

You smile 

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

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

“Y/N!” 

Your head snaps to look at him “Yea?” 

“You okay?” 

“Yes!”  you smile

“Tell me amore” he caresses your hands again 

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

“Oh I’m okay” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oooo” the girls say in unison  

“You guys are back finally” Ivy comments 

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

He salutes them “Nice to meet you two” 

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

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

“Thanks!” 

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

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

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

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

“Okay okay he looks around taking it in” 

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

“I have the attic” 

“Wow”  he comments your space was cozy

“You like?” 

“It's very cozy I love it”

Warm lights and fake candles adorned your space 

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

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

“Oh she has the basement”

“Cool, cool” 

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

“I like it, it fits you” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Its worth it!” he declares 

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

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

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

He smiles and walks down the steps with you 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You smile be yourself” 

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

[lunar190]

Título: Professor.

Contagem de palavras: 495 palavras.

|S/n Collalto|

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

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

A química com ele também parecia ser constante.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

_Massa e molho._ Ele respondeu.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

_Eu sei._ Ele respondeu compreensivo.

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

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

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

Eu amava cada detalhe da existência desse homem.

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Só porquê eu amo a ideia do Kavinsky.

Vote, por favor.

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[ghettogirly]

Heyy!

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

𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

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

-> format: imagine/short story.

-> theme: angst w/ conflicting ending.

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

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

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

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

𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊

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

Who has ever successfully hid from the cartel?

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

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

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

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

A pause occurred yet you just sat back and listened.

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

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

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

𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

waiting for your time to strike.

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

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

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

“No seas estúpido.”

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

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

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

“¿Por qué no contesta?”

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

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

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

“Señor, nos quedamos cortos.”

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

“Boss…”

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

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

“Voy a quemar todo este país.”

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[🌸] 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒:

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

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

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

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

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

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

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

(Y/N)- Your name

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

Word count: 1.2k

Series Masterlist

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

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“Shi-“slam.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh?

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

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

oh.

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

…

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

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

“3:18 AM” the clock read.

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

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

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

Pretty Girl - Peter Kavinsky

Pairing: Peter Kavinsky x Reader

Characters: Peter Kavinsky

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 430

Author: Hannah

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You rolled your eyes making him laugh.

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

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

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

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

[divergentnewt23]

I am starting to write imagines. Requests are open.😀

I write for the following fandoms:

The maze runner

Divergent

Power Rangers super ninja steel

MCU

Jurassic world

Angus, thongs and the perfect snogging

The umbrella Academy

The vampire diaries / The originals

Cobra kai

To all the boys I loved before

Henry danger

Game shakers

The thundermans

Nicky , Ricky , Dicky and Dawn

Teen wolf

The Queen's Gambit

Sex education

The space between us

Miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir

Big hero 6

Once upon a time

[honestdreams]

Long Day | Peter Kavinsky

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

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

words: 551

warning(s): none

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

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

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

//

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[yns-world]

to all the boys i've loved before masterlist

peter kavinsky

u/c

john ambrose mcclaren

john ambrose dating headcanons

[retvenkos]

statues and stories | p.k.

To All The Boys - Peter Kavinsky x Reader, fluff requested

word count: 813

song: statues and stories - adam guettel | 🔦

A/N: Do I know how much a trip to Italy costs? Roughly. Could your average group of teens manage it? Most definitely not. Is that stopping me? No.

Summary: A senior trip takes you and Peter to Florence, where the museums are more beautiful than anything.

Florence, Italy - also known as "the Athens of the Middle Ages" - shimmered like a diamond in the midday sun. You walked down the beautiful streets with a spring in your step, twisting your head this way and that, trying to drink in all the sights of the city. You breathed in deeply through your nose, something light and giddy bubbling in your chest. This world was unlike anything else, and you were intent on experiencing it all while you could.

For your senior trip, you, Peter, LJ, John Ambrose, and Chris had planned for a week in Florence, Italy. Just how you all had managed to save was still beyond you (although you had the suspicious feeling that John Ambrose was to thank), but you had been saving for years, and finally, it had happened. You were supposed to stick together in a group, but as it inevitably happened, you all wanted to go your separate ways. Now it was just you, Peter, and a city of possibility.

When the museum was in sight, groups of tourists rushing in, shoulder to shoulder, you paused, just marveling at the building and the excitement it held. Peter, who had come on this summer trip with you, grabbed your hand and squeezed it tightly, not saying a word but letting his joy overflow into you.

"Ready?" Peter asked. You nodded, grinning wide; it was more lovely than the sun. "Make sure to get a picture of me kissing one of the statues."

"Peter! You'll get us kicked out!"

"Are you going to deny me of this moment, (Y/n)?"

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, but were smiling, nonetheless. "I'll make sure to get your good side."

"Both of my sides are good."

"Well, I prefer this one." You kissed him featherlight on his left cheek, and Peter mumbled some kind of wisecrack response before turning and kissing you properly. He pulled you close until you were breathless, and when he pulled away, you chuckled. "If you kiss the statues like that, I might just get jealous."

"I'll try not to charm Aphrodite too much."

You stuck your tongue out at Peter's teasing words and pulling him forward through the buzzing crowd into the museum. The sight took your breath away, and you wandered through the building in awe of all the magnificent art. How could one building hold so many precious, heavenly creations? 

You tugged Peter to and fro - never letting go of his hand - marveling at statues and paintings, portraits and sculptures, icons of kings and sketches of angels. Occasionally, you'd look over at Peter and find him already staring at you, as though amid such remarkable beauty, you were the true work of art, hidden beside him. You'd nudge him with your shoulder, and he'd say something cheesy, but the look in his eye would tell you he meant it with the conviction of one blessed.

By the end of the visit, you had sneaked photos in rooms you weren't supposed to, you had told Peter the stories behind a few works of art, and had listened to him come up with ridiculous histories for sculptures (all of them involving forbidden affairs or deep love for a particular kind of cheese). You had attempted to get that picture of Peter kissing a rather popular bust, but that hadn't gone as planned, and all you ended up with was a blurry photo of Peter leaning forward and the security guard crossing his arms, glaring. Peter had claimed to have not known better, but the both of you were laughing too hard to sell the story.

"I'm kinda glad I didn't end up kissing that statue," Peter said as the two of you walked down the Florentine streets, hand in hand, the bright sun on your back, and all the world before you, "can you imagine how many people have touched that?"

"Enough to give you at least twelve different diseases."

"And you didn't stop me?"

"Whatever happened to, 'Are you going to deny me of this moment, (Y/n)'?"

Peter laughed and tugged you over to an empty bench. "You're supposed to be my impulse control."

"Seeing as we were only warned, I'd say I'm doing a pretty good job."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." You kissed him, cupping his cheek, and you felt the way he grinned against you. "We need to go on vacation more often."

Peter hummed in agreement. "We do." You leaned against his shoulder, and Peter kissed the top of your head. "Maybe not Italy, though."

You chuckled. "You mean you don't love paying through the teeth for a couple of days in the sun?"

"California would be a lot less expensive if that's all you wanted."

"Yeah, but I want Florence."

Peter smiled at you. He had the good sense not to argue. "Then I guess we'll make do."

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[viscountoflondon]

College Kavinsky 1.0

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

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

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

Warnings: curse words, slight vulgarity.

GIF credits below

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

“Oh she left?” Ivy  (your roommate) 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~Flashback~

“Why didn’t you say something back?” 

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

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

“So a guy complimenting your shoes would mean?” 

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

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

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

“I AM NOT!” she stresses

“Ivanna, why would Peter want me?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“SI! Damn!” 

“GREAT” she smiles

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

“Oh” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“YAY! Lets go shopping!” 

“Okay!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“SPEAK OF THE DEVIL! Y/N!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“YEA!” you fake a smile

“WHERE YOU GOING?” 

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

“OH I UMM WAS GONNA GO TO CRISPY” 

“OOOOH YESSS!”  She pinches your side 

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

“I TEXTED YOU!” You feel yourself getting angry 

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

“WHAT’S CRISPY?” Sean asks

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Peter take care of her!” 

“Scouts honor” he responds in a calm manner 

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

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

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

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

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

“MMMM” He moans, throwing his head back. 

“It’s good right” 

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

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

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

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

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

“I have not!” 

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

“I was not” you blush

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

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

He quirks his brow “And?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nice” 

“Siblings”

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

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

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

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

“You guys want anything else?” 

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

“We are good” 

“Alright together or separate checks” 

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

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

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

You stop midway “Thanks Peter” you say sheepishly 

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

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

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

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

“Oh shit I forgot” 

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

“Fuck off” Sean “ready?” he asks you 

“Oh yea”  you say standing up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[sunnydaisy1]

The Coffee Stain On Your Shirt

PETER KAVINSKY X READER 

A/N: This is so fluffy i think i need to puke. I should stop procrastinating by watching videos of Kavinsky saying woah woah woah and acc do my work. Anywayy hope you enjoy :)

You were standing by your locker, books and papers messily arranged as you grabbed the stuff you would need for 1st period. Down the hall, Peter Kavinsky was walking along beside his lacrosse team, laughing and joking about the party from the weekend. You and Peter had been partnered up for a English project at the start of the year and this caused you to form an unlikely friendship. You didn't hang out outside of school but you would consider Peter someone you could wave at in the halls or chat to briefly. This made the fattt (cross out) tiny crush you had on him a pain in the fricking ass. You weren't proper friends so in your mind you had no chance with Peter Kavinsky. Peter, on the other hand, thought you were one of the coolest and nicest people he had ever met and looked forward to seeing your face everyday. Of course you were completely oblivious to this fact because from your point of view Peter Grant Kavinsky was way out of your fricking league. Peter noticed you sorting through your locker, admiring the cute red skirt and white top you had picked out for that day. He grinned as he saw your furrowed eyebrows, concentrating on finding your chemistry textbook. Peter had zoned out from his teammates conversation, his focus trained on you. "Urm ill uh see you guys later." He said absent-mindedly, already making his way over to you. The lacrosse team looked at him confused, shaking their heads until they noticed where he was headed and their puzzled looks were replaced with knowing smirks before they walked round the corner. "Hey Y/L/N." You heard a voice say and looked up to see a mop of curly brown hair, recognising it instantly as Peter Kavinsky. "Oh hey Peter." You said back, wondering why he was leaning on the lockers next to yours. "Wanna walk to chemistry together?" Peter asked, his eyes watching your face with a wide smile. "Oh... yeah sure." You replied, confused why he wanted to walk with you when he had other friends in the class. Peter grinned, making your face heat up a little. "I just got to uh find this textbook and then we can go." You said slowly, huffing with frustration as you couldn't seem to locate it anywhere. Peter nodded, leaning on the worn locker next to yours, enjoying watching your annoyed face which he thought was adorable. He glanced into your locker and noticed a green corner poking out from the middle of the papers and books and he leaned in past you, pulling it out carefully. "There you go." Peter said, handing you the green textbook. "Ah, thanks Kavinsky." You frowned, trying to think how you could miss that. "No worries." He returned as you packed the book into your backpack. You looked up at him with a bright smile after closing your locker and Peter felt his stomach flip. "So how was your weekend?" Peter questioned as you started to walk slowly down the hall, brushing past yawning students. "Alright, my sister broke the couch though." You said, making Peter widen his eyes at you. "Wait what? How?" You chuckled and dodged a teacher carrying a pile of books, pressing yourself into Peter's side accidentally. "Uh sorry." You said before returning the slight distance between you. "Basically she was trying to train Milo (your dog) to army crawl and she was running along the couch and then she jumped off the arm and it cracked." Peter laughed beside you, making your heart flutter at his chuckles. You beamed, too distracted to notice the boy in front of you as you turned the corner. "Oof." You groaned as he collided into you and you felt your top start to spread with wetness. You looked down to see the boy had spilt coffee all over your white shirt, leaving a large brown stain. "Oh jeez dude I'm so sorry." The boy in front of you said. You shook your head, "uh its okay I'll go clean it up." The boy gave you a sorrowful look before walking away, leaving you beside Peter with coffee starting to soak your chest. "I'm gonna go clean myself up Peter, I'll see you in chem." You said, walking in the direction of the toilets. "Woah woah woah, no wait I'll help you." He blurted out, following after you in the corridor. You gratefully smiled at him and walked to the girls toilets, "Uh Kavinsky you might wanna wait outside." Peter smirked placing a hand on the door, "Nah I'll come in I've been in here before." You made a disgusted face at him, "Creep." Peter chuckled and followed you through into the thankfully deserted bathroom, "it's not like I spy on girls in here." You raised your eyebrows at him, "righhttt." Peter shoved you playfully and grinned, "piss off y/l/n." You cheekily smiled at him and walked into one of the toilets, grabbing some loo roll before walking back to the row of sinks Peter was standing beside. You turned the tap on and wet the paper slightly before trying to dab off the coffee stain, managing to draw out some of the brown smudge. You continued to furiously dab the splodge but it wouldnt budge, leaving you with a watery brown stain spread across your chest and stomach. "Great." You said sarcastically, pulling your shirt out slightly as you wiped at it. "Here." Peter said, reaching out to you with another wad of wet tissue, placing a hand on your lower back as he gently tried to sponge up the stain on your stomach. "Tryna cop a feel Kavinsky?" You teased, trying to disguise the rapid beating of your heart as he touched you softly. Peter blushed and you grinned, rubbing at the stain going over your boobs. "What? No no no." He said, releasing his hands from you. "I'm joking Pete." He seemed to relax a little when you said that, his lips tugging into a smile, "You're mean." You beamed and wet the tissue again, "You're the one who was tryna touch my boobs." Peter rolled his eyes, discarding the pile of mangled tissues in the bin, "You're impossible y/l/n." You chuckled and looked back in the mirror, sighing when you looked at the lighter brown stain still visible on the front of your shirt. "Urgh this isnt coming off. I'll have to go to lost property for a new shirt." You said grumpily, the clothes in lost property hadn't been washed in years and mainly consisted of pe shirts from 20 years ago. Lovely. Peter raised his eyebrows at you, obviously questioning your plan for a lost property outfit. You sighed and looked in the mirror again, there was no way you could continue wearing this shirt. "Yeah I know lost property is grim but what other choice do I have?" You said, washing your hands of coffee juice. "You could wear my hoodie." Peter suggested and you scoffed, "No you'll be cold." Peter shook his head at your refusal, his mind racing with thoughts of you in his hoodie and how cute you would look. "Nah I'll be alright, I'd rather you wear this than some smelly shirt y/l/n." Peter replied, already taking his hoodie off. You laugh and watch as he pulls the navy hoodie off his body, shirt lifting up as he did and revealing his toned abs and waist. You feel your face heat up and quickly look away from him. You look back to Peter again as he hands you the shirt, a knowing smirk on his stupidly gorgeous face. "Thanks." You say, feeling the soft fabric of the hoodie. "Urm I'm gonna need to take my shirt off." You announce, looking into Peter's chocolate eyes. At once he flushes and his eyes go a little wide, "Oh yeah uh right." He turns round to face the wall and you quickly peel your sticky shirt off, putting it on the edge of the sink before you pull Peter's hoodie over your bra. "All good." You say and he turns back around, an large grin instantly filling his face. Peter's stomach flips at the sight of you, his sleeves passing your fingers slightly. "Peter this is huge!" You laugh, putting your arms out to show him. He chuckles and shrugs, "You look cute." At once you blush and to hide your burning face you turn to the mirror to try and tuck the front in somehow. That's when you notice the large white lettering on the back. "Peter." You say, looking at him from the mirror. He hums in acknowledgement, looking up at you. "This has your surname on the back." Peter pretends to look round as if he didn't know and then gives you the biggest cheeky grin, "oh yeah." "Dude I cant wear this, people will think it's weird!" You said, worrying about the rumours that would spread round school. Peter picked up your shirt, folding it neatly, "well it's either my comfy hoodie or some sweaty shirt." You huffed and tugged on the sleeves slightly, "Ugh I'll wear this. Thanks Peter." You said and he smiled at you, leaning against the wall now. "Can I have my shirt now?" You asked, seeing that Peter had it tucked in his hand. "I have a plastic bag in my locker we can get it after 2nd period." He replied and you dropped your outstretched hand, chuckling, "so you're gonna carry my shirt round all morning?" Peter grinned and nodded, "yep." You roll your eyes playfully at him and reach for your backpack in the corner. When you sling it on your shoulders and look up, you see peter has his phone out and is taking photos of you. You frown and stick your bottom lip out slightly, reaching for his phone, "Stopppp." Peter chuckles and takes one more photo before tucking his phone back into his pocket. "Come on or we'll be late." He speaks up and the bell rings for class seconds later. You follow him out of the bathroom, walking quickly to chem. You both scoot into the class just in time, the teacher arriving mere seconds later. Sitting down in your seat, you glance to Lara Jean beside you. "What?" You ask, confused why she had her eyebrows raised at you and a smirk on her lips. "Whos hoodie is that y/n, you smell like man." She replies, leaning in to smell you again. "Peter Kavinsky's." You whisper back, taking out your notebook and pencil case. "Wait what?!" Lara Jean says loudly, making a few people turn to look at her. "Sshhh, i know i know," you say in reply to her shocked face, "some guy spilt coffee on my shirt this morning and Peter gave me his hoodie so I didn't have to wear a lost property shirt." Lara Jean looked at you sceptically, not convinced of Peter's motive to help you at all. She couldn't count the number of times Peter had come up to her or texted her asking if you were going to a party or the game or if you fancied anyone. "Sureeee." LJ replied, "I think he just fancies you." You scoffed and chuckled, "no he doesn't Lara Jean, he was just being kind." She gave you a look which said 'really?' before turning back to her work. A few seconds later when you thought you had finally escaped her teasing words she spoke up as she absent mindedly copied a table from the textbook, "yeah that's why he hasn't stopped looking at you since you came in together." At once, you whipped your head around to see Peter looking at you directly, his pen tucked behind his ear and chin resting on his hand. You noticed your white shirt neatly placed on the corner of his lab desk. He grinned at you which made you shake your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. Peter sighed as he watched you turn back, loving the way his surname looked across your back, wishing he could see you in his hoodies everyday. "That doesn't mean anything." You whispered, not believing Lara Jean's words at all. The rest of the day passed by ever so slowly and you were exhausted by the time you and Lara Jean reached her car. You were having movie night with her and Kitty this evening so she was driving you three home. "Gen's making evil eyes at me across the parking lot." You speak up, leaning on the side of LJ's car while you waited for Kitty. Lara Jean turned round to see Gen standing by the school entrance with some of her friends, watching you with a large scowl on her face. She burst out laughing, turning to her car and unlocking it when she noticed Kitty coming across the parking lot, "Yeah cos she's jealous that Kavinsky has the fattest crush on you." You rolled your eyes at her comment, "Peter doesn't like me Lara Jean." "Yes he does." You hear a voice say and turn back around to see Kitty beaming widely at you, "Nice hoodie you have there y/n, i really like the lettering on the back." You narrow your eyes at her and she grins wider, cheekily scooting inside the backseats before you could attack her. You sighed and walked round to the passenger side, buckling in and putting your bag on the floor by your feet. "Oh crap." You say as LJ pulls onto the main road, "I forgot to give him the hoodie back and he still has my shirt." Kitty bursts out laughing, making you whip round to her, scowling immensely. "Just text him saying you'll give it back to him tomorrow and i'm sure he'll do the same." LJ said, glancing at you with a smirk on her face in the front mirror. You nod and pull your phone out, scrolling down to Peter's contact and texting him, 'sorry kavinsky, is it okay if i give you back your hoodie tomorrow once ive washed it?' A few minutes later, you get a reply, 'yup, same for your shirt.' A second later another text comes through, 'see you tomorrow y/l/n' with a smiley face. You grinned to yourself and listen to the music playing out the car's radio. The following morning, you walk nervously to find Peter, his hoodie folded neatly in your hand after it got washed last night. You spot him standing with Greg by his locker, his hair messy from early morning practice. You smile fondly and walk over to the pair, smoothing out your striped pants. "Oh hey y/n!" Greg says, leaning alongisde Peter's locker. "Morning Greg, sorry I just came to give Peter his hoodie back." Peter turns to you, a wide smile on his face. "Thanks for letting me borrow it yesterday Kavinsky." You say, handing him the soft hoodie back somewhat reluctantly. "No worries, here's your shirt back, my mum managed to get the coffee stain out." You grin at him and your face heats up slightly from Peter's warm gaze. "Oh thanks!" You reply, taking your now clean shirt back. "You know I think you look better in my hoodies." Peter says, tucking his hoodie into his locker and cheekily grinning at you, referencing to the white sweater you are wearing. "Shove off Kavinsky, you're lucky your cute." You retort back, heart hammering and completely oblivious to Greg's amused face watching the both of you gaze longingly at each other. You spot Lara Jean and Chris in the hall ahead so turn to walk away, smiling at Peter and Greg, "See you later Kavinsky." Peter gives you a nod and a cheeky smirk, watching as you walk away. "Dude you're so whipped." Greg states, looking at Peter's love filled face. "Yeh i know." Peter replies, leaning back against his locker, his eyes trained on you.

[larajeanscloset]

sweater weather again with peter, don’t worry tho he keeps my hands warm 🥰

[sweet-pea-channie]

Breaking walls - Peter Kavinsky Imagine

Author: @sweet-pea-channie​​

Pairings: Peter Kavinsky x Reader

Words: 9k+

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

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

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

Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Why are you here?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who are you?” the little man asked. 

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

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

“Hey,” you replied awkwardly. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why not?”

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

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

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

“After school it is.”

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

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

“Y/N? Is that you?”

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

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

“Who’s he?”

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

“I am asking Y/N, not you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“JEFF!”

“What?!”

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

“Probably still in school.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So they don’t fight anymore?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s okay, take mine.”

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

“Mom!” you exclaimed. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you, Peter.”

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

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

“Peter?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you okay?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t say that.”

“But it’s true!”

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

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

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

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

“So you don’t want me to go then?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I hope so.”

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

“Y/N?”

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

_

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

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

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

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

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

“Ooooh," you heard the others laughing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not that stupid, you know.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No shit sherlock.”

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

“Not you as well…”

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

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

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

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

“Why should I?”

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

“Because I like you, Y/N.”

“You don’t, you just like what-“

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Be careful, it’s hot.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nothing,” he lied and turned back around.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A hundred percent.”

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

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

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

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

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

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My Sister’s Fake Boyfriend–Peter Kavinsky

Dedicated to @hopeisoverrated​ for sending in the request!

What's worse than watching your sister date a cute guy? How about the fact that the guy she is dating just happens to be the only boy you've ever fallen for. Oh, and it's all fake.

When Lara Jean told me that she was dating Peter Kavinsky to fool everybody, I have never felt sicker. At that moment, I didn't recognize my sister.

                           ~•~

"What do you mean you don't really have feelings for Peter?"

"It's not that hard to understand, Y/N. Josh came around the corner with my letter in hand. I panicked and kissed Peter to avoid talking to Josh. Then, Peter and I got to talking. I want to keep Josh off my back and he wants to keep Gen off his. So, we came up with a plan, one that helped both of us."

"Don't you feel weird about fake dating someone?" I stuttered, nervously tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

"Not really," she shrugged not looking up from her phone. I just hummed as I stood up and started walking out of her room. "Y/N," she stopped me. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I stuttered. I quickly left her room before she could see the tears building up in my eyes.

                           ~•~

To give her the benefit of the doubt, Lara Jean didn't know about my crush on Peter. No one did. I suffered in silence.

I waited by the front door for Lara Jean to come down so we could head to school. When she was finally ready, we started to leave.

"Wait," I said, stopping her. "You didn't grab your keys."

"Because I'm not driving." She said, opening the door.

"You really have to get passed this whole too-scare-to-drive-thing. It's sad," I sighed as I followed her.

I froze on the front porch when I saw Peter getting out of his Jeep.

"You guys coming?"

I looked over at Lara Jean to see her shrugging. "What? He offered to take us to school. It's part of the whole couple thing."

She started walking towards Peter, but I didn't move. "Y/N," she sighed when she noticed I wasn't following her. "Come on."

"Actually," I stuttered. "I'll just ride my bike to school."

"What are you talking about?" Peter laughed. "Y/N, the school is like 15 miles from here. Just hop in."

I hesitated, really not wanting to be stuck in a car with my sister and my crush. I sighed, knowing I didn't have much of a choice.

The whole ride to school, I sat in the back and didn't tare my eyes away from the window. I took a sip of my Korean yogurt but froze when I saw Peter watching me in the rearview mirror.

"What?" I asked softly.

"What are you drinking?" He asked.

Lara Jean looked over her shoulder at me and sighed. "It's a Korean yogurt drink Y/N is obsessed with. She drinks one every morning instead of eating breakfast," she said before I could.

"Can I try it?" Peter's question caught me off-guard. I didn't realize I hadn't answered until Lara Jean sighed, turning back towards me.

"Y/N, just give him some," she whispered. I cleared my throat as I handed it to him.

I held my breath, laughing slightly when he looked surprised. "Wow," he chuckled. "That's really good."

My breath got caught in my throat when he turned around to face me as he pulled up to a stoplight.

"What will it take for you to bring me one of these tomorrow?" He asked.

"Tomorrow?" I stuttered.

"Yeah," he shrugged. "Didn't Lara Jean tell you? I'm gonna start taking you guys to school from now on."

I really needed to find a different ride to school.

                       * * * * *

It's been three weeks since Lara Jean and Peter started dating. Fake dating.

Since they started, they hang out a lot more. Which means, I hang out with them. For some reason, they don't like being alone so I'm always their buffer.

It was miserable.

Not because I was their third wheel, but because Peter made me feel like I wasn't. He constantly talked to me, laughed at my stories, and actually paid attention to me. Which was strange since I was usually known as the quieter Covey daughter.

Margot was the smart one, Lara Jean was the creative one and Kitty was the energetic one. I have always been the shy one.

The more time I've spent with Peter, the more I've started to fall for him. And I hated it. It got to the point where my heart ached just looking at him.

I walked in the door after a long dance rehearsal. I readjusted my dance bag over my shoulder as I headed into the kitchen, desperately needing to fill my empty water bottle.

"Hey, you."

I jumped at the sudden male voice. I turned around to see Peter smirking at me.

"Peter," I gasped out. "You. . . You scared me."

"Sorry," he laughed slightly. We stared at each other, not saying anything. I cleared my throat and opened the fridge. I winced when I tried to pick up our Brita filter.

"You okay?"

I gasped as Peter walked up behind me, slowly closing the fridge and turning me around.

"I'm fine," I said under my breath as I walked by him.

"Y/N," he stopped me. "What's wrong? Are you hurt?"

I blushed at the worry in his eyes. "It's nothing. . . I just. . . I had to get a new partner because Jeremy moved and my new one can't quite do the lift yet. He sort of. . . dropped me and I landed on my shoulder."

"Wait, he dropped you?" Peter said, stepping closer to me. "Who is he?"

"Landon," I said softly.

"Landon Oaks?" He asked through his gritted teeth. I nodded, slightly biting my lip.

"Hey, Y/N? How was dance?" Lara Jean walked in and grabbed a snack from the cupboard.

Before I could say anything, Peter spoke up. "Her dipshit partner dropped her and she landed on her shoulder."

She looked up at me with wide eyes. "Please tell me it wasn't your bad shoulder," she said nervously.

"Bad shoulder?" Peter asked, looking between the two of us.

"Y/N dislocated her shoulder at a competition last year. She didn't say anything and kept dancing. Dad realized it after during the award ceremony when she wouldn't move her arm. We rushed her to the hospital. She ended up needing surgery."

She walked over and started looking at my shoulder. "Where does it hurt?" She asked quickly. "There is a big bruise. We should tell dad and maybe. . ."

"I'm fine," I cut her off. "It's not. . . It doesn't even hurt that bad."

"Are you sure?" Peter asked gently. I looked between my sister and her fake boyfriend.

"I'm fine," I said as I started to head upstairs. I turned around in the doorway and added, "Please don't tell dad."

"Fine," Lara Jean sighed. "Just make sure you ice it now and put a heating pad on it when you go to sleep."

I nodded, trying to ignore the look on Peter's face.

                       * * * * *

I was sitting alone at lunch when I suddenly noticed a shadow. I looked up to see Peter smiling at me, sitting across from me.

"What are you. . ." I stuttered.

"Lara Jean had to meet with her teacher. Something about her English paper," he shrugged. I nodded, remembering her mentioning she needed extra help on her paper.

I went back to watching the video on my phone, sighing when I instantly saw what my coach was talking about. I was stiff.

"What are you watching?" Peter asked, taking a bite of his apple.

"Oh," I cleared my throat. "One of our numbers for competition has a duet between Landon and I. The one where. . . The one where he dropped me. Anyway, my coach filmed Landon and me yesterday so we could watch it and see what we were doing wrong."

I gasped, biting my lip as Peter took my phone out of my hand. I held my breath as he watched the video, a smile never leaving his lips.

"I forgot how beautiful of a dancer you are," he mumbled. I looked away, trying to hide my blush. I nervously tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.

"Him? Not so much," he added, chuckling softly.

"It's not his fault," I sighed, taking my phone back. "We weren't always partners. But my last one moved and his last partner quit. We kind of just got thrown together. We're still getting used to dancing with each other."

"Anything I can do to help?"

I looked up, my eyes wide. "No," I stuttered.

"You sure? I could help you get passed the awkwardness."

"How?" I asked, both wanting and not wanting to take him up on his offer.

"Well, maybe dancing with me will help you feel more confident about the routine. Then you can go and dance with him, feeling fine."

"I don't know, Peter," I stuttered. "It's not that I'm not comfortable with the routine, I just. . . I'm not used to dancing with anyone other than Jeremy."

"Exactly," Peter said, sounding a little excited. "You can practice getting used to dancing with someone else by dancing with me. I don't mind."

I opened and closed my mouth, not seeing a way out of this. "It's settled then," Peter nodded when I didn't say no. "I'll come by after school and you can teach me your routine."

                       * * * * *

At first, dancing with Peter was a disaster. I kept stumbling and couldn't teach him correctly. Finally, he pulled away and laughed.

"Y/N, breathe." He chuckled, rubbing my arms. "It's just me. Besides, this is what you're good at. Own it."

After that, I was able to somewhat calm down and teach him the routine. We ran it one more time, perfectly. As the song ended, Peter held me in our final position while we caught our breaths.

My eyes widened when I realized how close we were. Peter briefly looked down at my lips before looking back up at my eyes.

We jumped apart when we heard applauding. We let go of each other and turned around to see my dad and sisters watching us.

"That looked great, kiddo." My dad smiled as he walked over and gave me a high five. I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, looking at Lara Jean.

"Since you were able to do it with Mr. Two Left Feet, you shouldn't have a problem doing it with Landon now." She smiled at me, causing me to nod.

"Wanna run it one more time?" Peter offered.

"No," I said a little too quickly. I opened and closed my mouth as they all stared at me. "I think. . . I'm gonna go ice my shoulder."

Without another word, I quickly walked inside.

"What was that about?" I heard Lara Jean wonder aloud.

"I don't know," Peter sighed.

                       * * * * *

After Peter's and my dancing, I've ignored him. I started getting a ride with our neighbor. I've been eating lunch in the library to avoid sitting across from him and my sister. I was the one who said Landon and I should get some extra rehearsal after practice every day. And when I did finally come home, I went straight to my room before Peter could stop me as he studied with Lara Jean at the kitchen table.

I walked in the door after the longest dress rehearsal of my life. The competition was this weekend and my coach was working our asses off. I walked into the bathroom, sighing as I took the tight updo out of my hair. I ran my fingers through my hair, my scalp instantly ached as my hair fell around my shoulders.

"Okay, what's going on with you?"

I jumped when Lara Jean appeared in the doorway. "What do you mean?" I stuttered.

She looked at me, seeing right through my question. "Come on, Y/N. You've been acting really weird lately. And it's not your normal pre-competition nerves. You've been avoiding me for weeks now. Did I do something?"

"No," I answered quickly. "You didn't do anything. I'm just. . . The competition is tomorrow. You know how I get. Plus with the whole "Jeremy leaving and Landon and I not clicking" thing. . . I've been stressed."

"And the whole "you and Peter" thing," she added.

"What?" I stuttered.

"Really, Y/N?" She sighed. "You're my sister. I'd have to be the worse sister in the world not to notice how jumpy and stuttery you get around him."

"It's nothing," I said quickly as I tried to leave the bathroom. She stepped in front of me, blocking me.

"Y/N, do you like Peter?"

"I said it's nothing," I said angrily as I brushed past her. Before she could say anything, I walked into my room and slammed the door shut.

                       * * * * *

I didn't go down when dad said dinner was ready. I stayed in my room instead. Usually this would concern a father, but my dad knew how focused I got the night before a competition. I usually spent the whole night in my room, getting ready for it. Packing my bag, setting up all my make up, steaming my costume and getting to bed early.

Lara Jean, on the other hand, knew I wasn't shut out in my room because of my competition.

I could faintly hear my dad downstairs doing the dishes as Kitty talked about school. Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

"Is that Peter?" My dad asked.

"Yeah," Lara Jean said, her voice sounding weird even from up in my room.

I held my breath as I heard the door open and Peter exchange pleasantries with my dad. I turned up my playlist of the songs my team and I were dancing to at the competition tomorrow, as I heard Peter and Lara Jean walking upstairs.

A few hours later, I took the risk of heading downstairs to the kitchen. I knew that Kitty would be taking her bath and dad would be in his room, binge-watching some medical show.

With my headphones in and my competition playlist playing, I snuck downstairs. I quietly and slowly started warming up the soup that my family had had for dinner.

As I waited for my food to warm up, I started doing my choreography around the kitchen, unaware that I was being watched. I was in the middle of the song where Landon and I break off and dance our duet. I closed my eyes and started doing the routine that Landon and I do, the one I taught Peter.

I turned around, gasping when someone stepped into my arms. I opened my eyes, instantly stepping back when I saw Peter smiling at me. I pulled my headphones out, taking another step back.

"Peter," I stuttered. "What are you. . . I thought you were with. . ."

"I was," he said as he reached up and scratched the back of his neck. I watched his nervous gesture as the microwave beeped.

"Lara Jean and I have been talking," he said slowly. I waited for him to finish his thought but he didn't.

"About what?" I finally asked.

"We decided that being in a fake relationship was just causing more pain than good."

"Pain?" I asked under my breath.

"Yeah," he chuckled, taking a step towards me. "But not who you are thinking is in pain."

I was about to take a step back when Peter reached forward and grabbed my hands, intertwining our fingers as he looked down.

"Lara Jean and I being together has been causing you pain." He looked up at me, studying my eyes, waiting for me to say something.

"No," I stuttered. "Why would you. . . Why would you think that?"

He sighed, sending me a knowing look. "Y/N," he whispered. "I know."

"You know what?" I asked, slowly.

"Lara Jean told me everything."

"What?" I stuttered, pulling my hands away from his. I turned around and walked across the kitchen to the microwave as I continued to ramble. "What are you talking about? Lara Jean is just. . . I mean. . . I never said. . ."

I gasped as Peter ran up, turned me around and instantly pressed his lips to mine. It took me a second before the shock wore off. As soon as it did, Peter pulled away. My lips were still pursed as he smiled, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," he whispered, his hand still cupping my cheek. "If I had known sooner, I never would've. . . I never would've gotten into a fake relationship with your sister." He laughed as he annunciated sister. "Wow," he sighed. "I'm a major dick."

"No, you aren't," I said before I could stop myself. I bit my bottom lip, my cheeks burning from the way he was looking at me.

"So," he hesitated. "You don't hate me?"

"Of course not," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I don't hate you, Peter. I have. . . I've. . ."

Peter smirked as I continued to stutter. He reached up and cupped both of my cheeks in his hands. He waited a beat before leaning down and pressing his lips to mine. This time I didn't hesitate to kiss him back.

As our lips moved in sync, Peter let go of my face and wrapped his arms around my waist. I slid my hands up his chest, wrapping my arms around his neck.

He pulled away and leaned his forehead against mine as we caught our breaths.

"Y/N?" He whispered, his breath hitting my face. "Will you go on a date with me?"

I leaned back, nervously chewing on my bottom lip.

"I can't," I said, making his face drop. I smirked before adding, "I have a dance competition all day tomorrow."

He sent me a look before laughing as he pulled me closer to his chest.

"You Covey girls and your cruel sense of humor. I will never understand it."