#Peter Kavinksy imagine

[rye-in-a-coat]

rye tell me your favorite songs <3

This is a hard question to answer. I think it would be very hard or impossible to rate all of my songs into a playlist and pick the top ones. However, I can do tell that there are some songs that are very important and/or epic to me. So here there are some in no order whatsover.

Missed The Boat and The World at Large by Modest Mouse. Helpless Child and It's Coming It's Real by SWANS. Detrás de Una Flor and Festival de Luces by Mueran Humanos. Once in a Lifetime, And She Was and Road to Nowhere by Talking Heads. Ordinary World by Duran Duran. Sprawl II (Mountains Beyond Mountains) by Arcade Fire. Spring and a Storm by Tally Hall. Volcán by José José. The Trip by Still Corners. Midnight City, Reunion and Wait by M83. Rouge no Dengon by Yumi Arai. La Fueza del Destino and Japón by Mecano. I'm Still Standing by Elton John. Joyride by Roxette. Rosas by La Oreja de Van Gogh. Sledgehammer by Peter Gabriel. Ciega, Sordomuda and Estoy Aquí by Shakira. Send Me On My Way by Rusted Root. Space Junk by Wang Chung. Nightcall by Kavinksy. On Top of The World by Imagine Dragons. Como Te Extraño Mi Amor by Café Tacvba.

[ohholyfanfics]

Red Cups|Peter Kavinsky

Title: Red Cups

Song(s): None

Warning(s): None

Summary: The one where the red cups are back at Starbucks and Peter gets smitten with a customer.

November first, it was marked on her calendar with big red marks, with her first class beginning at nine she had more than enough time to place a mobile order. Walking into the cafe she frowned lightly at the overly packed state, it wasn’t that the cafe wasn’t always packed, but today it seemed as if everyone had come out of hiding. The counter was a sea of red, as workers shouted names and orders. 

Bouncing on the toes of her feet, she let out a breath hearing her name and order being called. Pushing her way to the front, she thanked the worker taken her cup and pastry, she couldn’t help but thank her lucky stars for finding her regular table free. It seemed almost comical as the moment she pulled out her chair, the one across had become occupied. 

“Um excuse me.”  she sassed out not bothering to meet the persons face. The last thing she wanted was to share her table with a random stranger. “I believe I got her first.” she huffed out placing her cup on the table before looking up to be met with the brown eyes of no other than Peter Kavinsky. 

“Won’t be long, I promise.” 

She narrowed her eyes before taken the seat across from him, as much as she wanted to throw a massive fit she knew it wasn’t the time or place for it. Making a mental note to call Lara later and tell her. It wasn’t that she hated him, cause she didn’t. She always believed that it took a special type of person to pull that sort of feeling out of you. Dislike was a word she liked using more than less, but when it came to the boy across from her. Well, she didn’t know what she felt.

“Hey, you go to UVA right?” he asked with a dazzling smile, watching as she hummed lightly. Peter had seen her around, in fact, he shared a few classes with the beauty. He knew very little about her other than her name and major. However, he knew enough to be somewhat enchanted with her and all she does. 

She was only about a year or so younger than him, though she managed to graduate early. She was an out of state kid, rumor had it she had gotten into the school through someone in her family, she was a business major who had big goals set out for herself. He admired that about her, how she set her eyes on something and strive to get it. 

“We share a couple classes I think.” he went on to say, he wanted something, anything from her at this point. If she just as much as said his name he’d probably be set. Unfortunately, anyone with eyes can see just the look the young man was sporting. It was the look grandmothers told their grandchildren about, it’s the look daddies wished for their little girls to receive. 

Smitten, Peter Kavinksy was utterly smitten for the girl before him. There was something about her that constantly had him railed in if it wasn’t her smile or beauty it had something to do with her intelligence. 

“You’re in my finance class I think,” she confirmed as he nodded his head hearing his name being called. Looking up, she watched as he offered her a small smile. 

“Can I walk you to class?” he breathed out once he was back with his coffee in hand. Looking up from her phone she nodded softly with a smile on her lips. 

“I’d really like that Peter.” 

[lipstickbisous]

particular taste┃c.m.b

i’m kinda just throwing imagines at you guys so i hope that they’re good. like i said, i full on swerved to corbyn.

summary; there’s a girl who lives next door and corbyn can’t take his mind off of her. ( based off of particular taste by shawn mendes)

warnings? you’ll probably be disappointed in the ending, fluff-ish, swearing maybe

request? do i even have to say. send. requests. in.

tags? @splendidseavey @smolboiseavey @seaveyfeatures @myheartswdw @kvd963 @technolilly @gracenadinelimelight @poutybrock

even if somebody asked, they wouldn't know the answer as to why the faux blonde boy took an interest in you. they would be given an answer, but he'd be busy daydreaming about you, not paying any attention to the fact that he talks about some of the most random stuff while answering.

"why do you like her?" his friend asked him. he wasn't judging corbyn, he'd learned by then that corbyn was weird, and he had weird taste.

"i don't know, man," corbyn sighed. his mind could only focus on you, whether he wanted it to or not. "she's just...perfect. i mean, nobody's perfect, but she is. she's so different from everybody else, you know? she just gives off this vibe that when you're around her, you feel...better. yeah, you feel better."

corbyn's friend just nodded and lightly smiled as he pretended to pay attention to the boy. he was infatuated with you. corbyn, who continued to talk about you and only you, didn't notice it.

it had been three months, and every time corbyn watched you walk out of the apartment building and run around the city. after half an hour, you'd return to your home. he could hear the jingle of your keys as you opened your door and played your music.

sometimes, he could hear you sighing as you stressed yourself through homework and such.

sometimes, he could hear you laugh as you watched romantic comedies, dreaming of who your peter kavinksy was.

sometimes, he could hear you crying, and he didn't know why.

you seemed and looked like the typical LA girl, but you weren't. you were different. you were...weird. and corbyn loved it.

only once had he been in your apartment. it was when his oven had broken down, and despite the offers of borrowing his friend's kitchens, he walked over to your apartment - it being the closest one to him - and asked to use your oven to cook.

you, being the kind person you were, obliged and let your kitchen become his. when he was inside your home, he was amazed by how many books you had. your apartment was an open area, but you had two bookshelves in the living room, each shelf stuffed with books. in the kitchen, you had one shelf that had been filled with more books, and in the hallway, there was a small bench that had two poetry books sat on top of it.

corbyn had gotten into the discussion of literature with you while waiting for his fettuccine to cook. he was amazed by the fact that, your discussion being a debate, you had won his opinion.

not a lot of people got that with corbyn.

he had learned how interested you were with physics, astronomy, math, literature, and theories. he loved talking about your view on the asymptotic theory. he had always thought about it, but after hearing you talk about it, he thought about it a bit differently.

you two also had the conversation of you thought the world would end. you both agreed on the fact that mankind has too much greed and, one day, mankind will cause its own downfall, the human species going extinct, leaving plants and animals to thrive again.

by then, corbyn's fettuccine had been done cooking, but he had been so deep into conversation with you that he didn't mind. he ended up going to subway that day, but he couldn't stop thinking about your talk together.

he hasn't been in your apartment since.

he knew you were different. he loved you for it. yes, corbyn could admit it. he loved you for it. he was in love with you, and he took no shame in it. even his band mates wondered what he found so amazing about you, but when they asked, they had been given the same answer,

"you just have to meet her."

and they did. at least, daniel and jonah did. you were going for your morning run, and you had found the two boys sitting in the lobby, the two pairs of eyes focused on one phone. you had learned that corbyn had been having surgery.

you had sparked up a small conversation with jonah, but it was nothing more. even as daniel and jonah watched you jog out of the building and into the city, they still didn't understand what you had said.

"tell him i said hi."

and with that, you continue on your jog. a few hours after corbyn had woken up in the hospital, and his four bandmates came to visit him, the two boys explained to him what had happened the day before.

corbyn couldn't help but blush for the entire day, the small smile remaining on his face for the whole 24 hours.

when corbyn had gotten home, it had been his first time seeing you in a few weeks. his voice was still raspy, and despite the orders from the doctors of not to talk a bunch, he decided to spark up a conversation.

your conversation was barely twenty minutes long, but corbyn didn't mind. the fact that you remembered who he was and actually said hi was enough for him.

corbyn dreamed of calling you his. he admired with such passion, but he admired from afar. he knew that you were different, you were special, and you needed someone, whether you knew it or not.

you were lonely. that was true. deep down, you needed someone. someone who you could just rant to about how bad your day was. someone who understood why you would collapse on the couch and stuff your face into a pillow. someone who understood the struggles you were going through when no one else could.

and corbyn truly believed he could be that someone.

"(y/n)," he said to you.

he had scared you at first. you hadn't been paying all that much attention to whatever had been happening, but you hear your name being called, your head snapped up to the sound.

"yes?" you asked, your voice so frail. it was unusual and it scared you.

corbyn had taken you out for lunch that day. it wasn't a date, it hadn't seemed anything close to a date. it was a nice gesture because corbyn had noticed you had seemed down lately, and that just wasn't like you.

"i think it's nice that you agreed to come to lunch with me today," he said after hesitating.

you took a few seconds to process whatever was happening, but gently smiled at him. were you growing feelings for this boy? did you...like him?

"i think it's nice that you asked," you said.

corbyn smiled and nodded. "i feel like...i've just been noticing the past few days that you don't seem like yourself. i mean, we've only had a long conversation once, but you just seem more...upset. you seem like you're down about something, and i don't know what."

you looked down at your food, words filling your head, but you didn't know what to say. you only nodded and tried to think of what would be an appropriate statement.

"oh," you muttered quietly to yourself, not noticing that corbyn heard it.

when he did, it only made him more suspicious.

"it's really not my business," he started. you looked up at his eyes as he continued. "but i was wondering what it might be about."

you chewed the inside of your cheek. you didn't know what you were feeling right at that moment. you felt...good? you couldn't tell. you felt good about what was happening, but confused at what was happening as well. you felt happy that it was happening, but you didn't actually know what it was.

you were never the one to develop feelings for someone. there just never seemed to be somebody that had a personality that pleased you. but whenever you saw corbyn, you just didn't know what you felt.

you hated it.

perhaps you did like him. perhaps he did have a personality that pleased you. perhaps he really did like you (you wondered about it at night). perhaps he was the one, he was the boy of your dreams.

but you just didn't know.

"it's nothing," you said, lightly smiling. "honestly, i don't know what you're talking about. i feel perfectly fine."

you lied. and he knew it.

you opened your phone and looked at the time. you quickly made the decision of lying again to the poor boy who only wanted the truth.

"shoot," you whispered. "i have to go, i have to meet my friend soon."

corbyn looked up at you as you pushed in your chair and grabbed your bag.

"i'm sorry," you apologized.

"it's good," corbyn said, covering up the fact that he felt a bit hurt. "i totally understand."

after leaving the restaurant and climbing into your car, corbyn couldn't help but think only about how you lied to him. you were a terrible liar, corbyn could see that.

she's so particular. he thought.

[livi-the-werewolf]

No one is better than you

*Requested*

Request: can i get a peter kavinsky imagine with prompt 49 can you make it both angsty and fluffy

Prompt: “Why do you think she’s so much better than you?”

A/N: hope you like this!

Warnings: like, one bad word i think

‘Stupid Gen,’ I thought to myself, ‘Who sits next to someone else’s boyfriend and then starts to flirt with him?’ I glared at Gen as she quietly laughed at something Peter said. Peter’s laughing too. He looks really happy. She may be a bitch but she sure is good at making him happy. Probably way better than me. And it would make more sense that her and Peter were together considering they’re both popular. I shook my head, attempting to clear the thoughts from my head that have been haunting me for the past few weeks. I let out a sigh and looked back at them.

“Is there something wrong Y/n?” My teacher asked, causing me to look away from Gen and Peter.

“No, sorry,” I replied quietly, ignoring Gen’s snickering. I waited in anticipation for the bell to ring, shooting out of my seat and running out the door as soon as it did.

“Y/n wait!” Peter called out, but I ignored him.

I managed to get all the way to the parking lot before Peter caught up with me. He grabbed my wrist and pulled on it, causing me to stop and turn towards him.

“Hey, hey, hey, what’s going on?” Peter questioned softly, placing his hands on my shoulders. I shrugged his hands off of me and ran a hand over my face.

“I don’t think we should be together anymore, Peter,” I told him. His face fell and I felt a part of my heart break.

“Why?” He whispered, “I thought everything was going great, did I do something to upset you?”

“No! God, no. I- I just feel like you could do better than me,” I confessed, looking down at my shoes. “You deserve someone better than me.” I looked back up at him, seeing the pained expression on his face.

“Is this about Gen?” He questioned quietly. 

“No, I- I just- kind of?” I responded, stuttering over my words.

“Why do you think she’s so much better than you?” Peter asked, frustration evident in his voice. 

“Because she is!” I exclaimed, “Way better for you than I could ever be!”

“You don’t get it!” He shouted.

“Apparently I don’t! So please, enlighten me!”

“No one is better than you! No one could ever, be better than you Y/n Y/l/n. Not Gen, not anyone. You are everything to me.” By the end of his rant tears were streaming down my cheeks as I stared into his eyes, trying to find any sign that he was lying, but I couldn’t. 

“Peter Kavinsky, I love you,” I whispered.

“I love you too,” he whispered back. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him, pressing his lips to mine. And in that moment I knew, Peter Kavinksy’s heart belonged to me.

[delicately-written]

Movie Thrills - Peter Kavinsky Imagine

Summary: Your shivers and anxiety come through when Peter Kavinsky asks you on a date to the movies.

Paring: Peter Kavinksy x Reader

A/n: So, I’m gonna start writing Peter K imagine now.... feel free to request him if you want, or be added to his taglist. and oH, and I’m also adding him to my masterlist...

You hadn’t thought this through.

Your wide frail eyes showed that clearly as you stood beside your front door, waiting for a special knock to signal that his here. 

With your hands rubbing up and down your face, and your throat tightening with the harsh inhales of breath, your brain automatically recalls on how you had gotten yourself into this situation.

You don’t exactly understand why your intellect had failed you that day, or fully comprehend why he came up to you in the first place, but either way, nothing could have helped you from speaking what you truly wanted to tell him in the beginning. Maybe it was the slight shock running through your veins that abstracted you from the way his lips moved as he spoke. Or perhaps it was the simple gesture of your perplexed mind freezing when Peter Kavinsky had asked you on a date to the movies. But the simple task of replying wasn’t something your body was willing to accomplish at the time. 

You see, you didn’t want to displease him. He was just so keen on asking you out -and although you thought it was a prank- you didn’t want to ruin the bright gleaming smile that was settled upon his face. And besides, maybe the date wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe you would go to the movies and enjoy a decent comedy that wasn’t as bad as the trailer put it out to be. Or maybe you would watch a classic romance with a cliche ending that everybody saw coming. With all the possible outcomes, you weren’t expecting a text stating the newest horror movie you were about to watch.

For one reason or another, there was no denying the fact that you despised horror movies. With repetitive jump scares and continuing suspense, there is no way you would be able to get through even a quarter of the movie. The amount of embarrassment you would lay on yourself wouldn’t be welcoming, especially not for Peter.

So as you stand at your door, hands fidgeting with your necklace, and heart palpitating with fast speeds, you were completely oblivious to the fact that the doorbell had rung. And with no corresponding answer, it rung again. Catching your attention, you cursed out a chorus of profanities as you shuffled your way to the door. Smoothening out your shirt, and fixing the loose strands of hair that had fallen over your face. With great caution, you slowly open the door, a fake smile sprinkled over your lips to depress the fact that you were scared.

“Peter! You're here, thought you bailed on me” you joke, a sweet smile adjusting on your lips.

“What? no, no, couldn’t miss a date with a pretty girl, could I?” The comment was sweet, sending you in the darkest shade of red. But you couldn't let him have that effect on you.

“Is that what you say to the all the girls you’ve been on a date with?” you ask, partly for sarcasm, partly because you truly wanted to know.

“No... because I’ve never seen a girl as pretty as you” The remark only sent you even redder, well, if that was even possible.

Trying to change the subject, you quickly reply with “So, we gonna get going or what?” 

“Yeah, yeah, um, you got everything?” he asked, hands leading you to the car.

“Yep, at least I think I do” you reply, hand going to reach for the door handle but being cut short.

“Don’t worry, I got it” he smiles, hand reaching to open the door before welcoming you inside his Jeep.

You sat impatiently as you waited for the movie to start. Your hand only reaching for the popcorn every few minutes. Usually, you’d eat the whole thing before the movie even began, but your anxiety had overflooded your body. You only waited with anticipation. With your legs crossed and one hand on the armrest nearby Peter, you couldn't help but constantly bite your bottom lip. You thought you were scared now, but it was only when the lights dimmed down, and the opening credit scene started playing when you really got scared.

For the first couple of minutes, it wasn’t too bad. Mainly because it was only explaining the storyline, which was probably leading up to a thrilling jump scare. Everytime a suspicious sound, or movement happened on screen, you braced yourself for the worst, hoping it was only a minor jumpscare. But every time, nothing came. You were honestly more aware of the movie than the actual date itself.

“Hey, are you okay? You look really stressed” You turned around to be face with Peter, concern written all over his facial features.

“Hmm, yeah, yeah, I’m fine”  The lie slipped easily from your tongue, although your facial features didn’t show it.

As you went back to face towards the screen, a sudden jump scare propelled from the screen, leaving you to let out a high pitch scream, grabbing onto Peter’s hand. Almost the whole cinema looked back at you with either annoyance or concern, Peter being one of them. But instead of having a look of concern or annoyance, he only smiled, tempted to laugh.

“Why-why are you smiling? This is n-not funny” you exclaim, your face a totally different shade from when he complimented you before.

Instead of replying, he silently laughed, a hand having to cover his mouth at risk of making a noise. The movie was long forgotten, and your attention was all on him. Your mind only wondering to the possibilities of what he now thought of you. But after a while, he finally stopped with a light tinted smile on his face.  What surprised you was when he leaned over and put his hands under your arms, lifting you ever so slightly and pulling you into his lap. His warmth already soothing you in the nicest way possible.

Slightly leaning down, he whispered with a hushed voice in your ear. 

“I know how much you hate scary movies... I only chose this so I could be your night in shining armor and hold you like this”

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[jizemderler]

Smile Part 6 {Peter Kavinsky}

A/N: This shit got deleted and I had to rewrite it and I don‘t know how I feel about this. So be gentle with me, please tell me what you think and enjoy!

Part 1 - 5

You were already sitting in class when Peter came rushing in and sat down next to you where he was always sitting. “It was nothing what it looked like. I swear.” he said immediatly and looked at you from the side leaning in a bit. “What wasn´t?” you asked casually and looked at him with no emotion in your face whatsoever. “Come on, Y/N. Please don´t be like this.” he begged and you raised your brows. “Be like what? I´m not being anything Kavinsky. You´re being weird though.” you said and looked back to the board. You had decided to go back to how it was before anything had happened. Peter was your lab partner, classmate, and that´s it. That never bothered you before and it wasn´t going to now. 

“You´re not mad at me?” he asked not hiding how surprised he was.

“No. Why would I be. Did you forget your part of the presentation?” you asked accusingly.

“No.”

“Then I`m not mad.” you said shrugging your shoulders and he opened his mouth to protest and insist on talking about what happened in the hallway but to your luck the teacher walked in right at that moment and he didn´t get the chance. You did not wait for him after class and rushed out saying “Bye”.

You did not answer any of his texts. When you answered it was just a yes or an okay or some sort of short answer. After you saw the picture of him kissing Gen on homecoming (they were crowned king and queen. duh) you threw him out the window completely. He did try to talk to you though but you always found a way out without seeming pissed at him. And it was working out perfectly.

Until one day you were sitting in your room and the doorbell rang. You didn´t think anything of it. Not even when your mom called you down because it was for you. But as soon as you reached the bottom of the stairs you froze. Peter was standing on your porch with his hands shoved into his pockets, chewing on his bottom lip. “I got it mom. Thanks.” you thanked her with a smile so she´d go back into the living room. You stepped out to the porch too and closed the door behind you which confused him and made him frown.

“What´s up Kavinsky? Did you forget your notes or something?” you aksed him and he frowned even more. “What happened?” he blurted out and you chuckled.”Kavinsky, did you hit your head? You came to my house. You tell me.”

“Stop. Stop calling me Kavinsky. Stop being so distant. What happened?” he said clearly irritated and you took a step back because you were not expecting him to be so out front with it. 

„I don‘t know. Tell me.“ you said and crossed your arms infront of your chest. „I thought you were not mad. But you clearly are. You ignored me now for weeks.“ he said and pointed at you. „How did you want me to react to you being all over your ex?“ you said finally because you were sick of it and his jaw dropped. He stuttered something trying to pull himself together but you cut him off.

„You know what? Forget it. I‘m over it. I clearly read more into it than there was because honestly you talked and acted like there was. But then again, that‘s how you are, isn‘t it? Charming Peter Kavinsky. For a second I thought there could be something but you reminded me that you belong with your kind. The famous and pretty. And I...don‘t belong with anyone I guess.“ you said now more to yourself. He wanted to protest but you just kept going. „And I‘m okay with it. I was before and I am now. You just stirred up some things. I can‘t be friends with you Peter Kavinsky. Now I‘m back to normal and I would appreciate it if you could go back to your seat and remain seated. Don‘t try to make me smile.“

„Oh come on. You need to let me explain. Why are you doing this?“ he begged but you stepped back in and shook your head.

„Because I have a bit of self respect left. I need you to go.“ you said and he wanted to protest again but you didn‘t let him. „Just go.“ And with that you closed the door and shut him out. It wasn‘t meant to be. You were not going to be someone‘s side chick. Not even Peter Kavinsky‘s.

***

And just like that Peter was back to being Kavinsky. The jock who happened to be your lab partner. You walked into your biology class and to your surprise Peter was already there. He used to be late always. You sat down next to him and took out your stuff ignoring the tension between you two that was still there.

„Did you finish the summary?“ you asked him while writing todays date into your notebook. „Yes. Do you want me to explain it to you?“ he asked you but you shook your head. „No. I‘ll just read it.“ you said and he huffed sarcastically.

„Yeah you never do.“

***

A week later you were in PE running your lanes when you got really sick. You were nauseous beforehand because of your headache and running under the sun didn‘t make it any better. But coach was convinced that you could finish your task and then go to the nurses office which was the dumbest thing you had ever heared of. Peter ran past you and right after that you tripped over your own feet and stumbled forwards landing on your knees. You groaned and wrapped your arms around your lower half while curling up into a ball. You suddenly felt a excruciating pain in your stomach. You were breathing heavily from all the running and it felt like your lungs were not getting enough air. It was burning.

„Hey hey hey. Are you okay?“ you heared a familiar voice say and opened up your eyes while straightening your back. „Yeah. I‘m fine. Just...tripped.“ You pulled yourself back on your feet and felt your knees sting. You wanted to take a step forwards to prove him that you were okay but suddenly you lost your balance again and everything went black.

***

When you opened up your eyes you were met with white bright lights filling the room and so you shut your eyes again and covered them with your arm. Your limbs were feeling extra heavy and you groaned feeling the soreness of your body. „Hey there champion.“ you heared Peters voice and peaked from under your arm into the direction of the voice.

„Oh this is way to cheezy to be true.“ you groaned and shut your eyes again. There he was sitting on a chair next to you, his arms propped on his knees watching you. „Am I asleep?“ you asked into the room and pulled your arm away when you had another thought and looked at him in horror. „Am I dead?!“

He just laughed as an answer and stood up from his chair to come over but you gestgured him to stop. „Remain seated please.“ you told him remdinding both of you of the day weeks ago. His laugh was replaced by a frown and he shoved his hands into his pockets, still standing. „You still make me smile. Even while being horrible to me.“ he said shaking his head and shrugged his shoulders after thinking about it. „Can I explain what happened or are you going to throw me out again.“ he asked with a challenging voice and you rolled your eyes. „You may go on.“ you said overly posh and prepped yourself up a bit on the bed you were lying on.

„You went full on unconcious on me so I had to carry you to the nurses office.“

„Oh no.“

„Through the whole school.“

„Oh no no.“

„Bridal style.“

„Shit.“ you cursed under your breath and he chuckled while you covered your face with your hands.

„Oh honey!“ you heared the voice of your mom after the door flew open and you pulled your hands away to see her worried face. While you tried to calm your mom down you could see Peter slipping away through the door in the corner of your eye.

***

The nurse said that you could stay home the next day so your weekend ended up being three days. You didn‘t hear anything from Peter after he left the nurses office. It was sunday evening when you were sitting outside on your childhood swing in the garden. The stars were twinkling above you and the air was fresh and a little chilly. You had closed your eyes and were taking deep relaxing breaths when someones voice interrupted you.

„I guess this became a thing.“

Your head snapped to the side and you could see Peter standing next to you leaned against the swing with his hands shoved into his pockets. „Your mom let me in.“ he explained and you cocked your head. „What became a thing?“ you asked and he chuckled while looking down to his feet and moving around loose grass with the tip of his shoe. His brown curls were falling down into his face and in your dimm lit garden he looked like an angel to you.

„Me coming over to your house.“

You shrugged your shoulders and looked back up at the sky. „May I?“ he asked and you didn‘t look over to him. „Suit yourself.“

You sat there in silence for at least ten minutes when he spoke up again.

„How are you feeling anyway?“

„I‘m good. It was just the exhaustion mixed with the migrane I guess. Not a good combo.“ you suspected and he nodded his head. „Good to hear. I want you to be good.“ he said silently more to himself than to you and you acted like you didn‘t hear it.

„We got crowned homecoming king and queen and they insisted on taking that foto of us kissing. It was just a peck anyway. And it was before I came over to you. It was an eye opener more than anything. I decided to come over. I wanted to lay my heart out that night but it was so easy and fun to talk to you and I chickened out. I didn‘t want to ruin it.“ he started to explain.

„But you did though.“ you said and he raised a judging brow so you let him talk. „I was looking forward to seeing you the next day so much and when things went to crap I was so perplex that I didn‘t catch on you drifting away slowly. Gen thought she had a chance after homecoming and literally threw herself at me and you walked in at that moment which is the worst timing ever. I was about to tell her off and I did, just you didn‘t see that part.“ he explained and also looked up at the stars and you didn‘t answer for a few seconds. You were holding on to the swing with one hand and the one next to Peter was dangling down your side. You were tired of pushing him away. You were tired of fighting what you felt.

„I can‘t compete with Gen Peter. I don‘t want to.“ you said silently and his head snapped to you but you didn‘t look at him. „There is no competition Y/N. There is only you.“ he said equally quietly and you chuckled while looking at him. „Now you‘re being cheezy.“ you said and he rolled his eyes. „You‘re so unromantic, Y/L/N.“ he said while shaking his head and you took the chance to let your fingers slip between his while your courage was there. He intervined them immediatly and tried not to show that he didn‘t expect that. So he smiled his beautiful smile which reached his eyes and you mirrored his expression. „I‘m holding hands with you on a swing under the stars and you call me unromantic? Up your game Kavinsky.“ you teased him and suddenly he pulled your swing closer and you stopped breathing when your faces were only inches away from eachother. „I have the feeling you‘ll slap me if I kiss you right now.“ he said nervously with a little smile on his face and you raised a challenging brow.

„Try me.“

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Noah meeting a book worm and taking her home for fun

A/N: I don‘t know if this is what you imagined. But I really hope you‘ll like it! Enjoy! Prompt Nr.2

The girl on the train {Noah Centineo}

You were on a train ride and you accidently bought a first class ticket on that stupid complicated machine and the guy on the register told you that he wasn‘t able to take it back. Now you were sitting all alone in slightly bigger, definetly overpriced, seats. You were reading in your book when the train came to a halt and the door to the first class opend up. You didn‘t want to stop reading to look up and smile so you kept your head down. This person decided to sit infornt of you even though the whole first class department was empty which almost made you roll your eyes.

„Hey.“ he greeted you and you looked up to be met with kindest eyes you‘ve ever looked at. „Oh hey. Wow aren‘t you Noah Centineo?“ you asked him with wide eyes and a shy smile on your face and he shrugged his shoulders with a chuckle. „I guess I am.“ he said and you nodded going back to your book to give him his privacy. You could not imagine how annoying it must be having to entertain everyone.

„Are you some kind of royalty who booked this whole department? Where is everyone?“ he joked and looked around. You looked up from your book and smiled. „Definetly not a royalty. I booked the wrong ticket.And now I have the privilige to sit in these wonderfully similiar-to-second-class seats.“ you explained and patted the seat next to you which made him chuckle. „I do enjoy the silence though.“ you joked and something in his behavior changed suddenly and he smiled politely. You did not think anything of it until he started to get restless. He would move in his seat, bounce his leg. At one point he took off his shoes and sat cross-legged which made you put down your book and reach it out to him.

„You want an occupation?“ you asked him and he looked up with raised eyebrows. „Aren‘t you reading that?“

„I‘ve got a better one in my bag.“ you joked and he took the book with a thankfull smile. So you two read the whole ride until your station got called out and you started packing up. „Oh dang. Here. It was getting really exciting.“ he said while giving the book back and you shurgged your shoulders. „You can keep it. I‘ve read it two times.“ you said and his eyes widened. „Really?“

„Yeah. Can you give it to me for a sec?“ you asked and he gave it back. You took out a pen and signed it for him.

From the girl on the train :) it said when he looked inside and he smiled. You had already gotten up after gathering your stuff when he spoke up again. „Or...you could come with me and I could finish reading this while you read your book. I make a mean cup of tea.“ he offered and you must‘ve looked shocked because he chickened out immediatly. „Or not. We don‘t know each other. You might not want to go to someones house who you don’t know. Sorry.“ he smiled awkwardly and shook his head which made his curly brown hair bounce all over the place. When you sat back down his eyes widened so mich that you thought they were about to fall out. „You‘ll come?“ he asked astounded and you shrugged your shoulders. „I guess I love tea. No pressure.“ you teased him and he chuckled while nodding his head.

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So here’s something I’ve been thinking a LOT about recently and if you wanna write about it please do - so imagine you’re dating Noah and you’re out with him for the day like with friends or at events or something and you’re just very needy for him and you’re practically begging him to do something about t and he’s just kind of cocky like “patience, and when we get home I’ll love you like a princess” gOD YOU CAN MAKE UP THE REST IF YOU WANT IM JUST

A/N: I hope you like this! Enjoy! Prompt Nr.4

Love you like a princess {Noah Centineo}

You were lying in bed feeling really sleepy still and watched Noah getting ready infront of the mirror. He only had his pants of his suit on which were hanging low on his hips because he didn‘t put a belt on yet. You crossed your legs when you felt a familiar tingling rise up your inner thigh.

„Can‘t we stay in bed just a little while longer?“ you asked him and put your arms above your head and rested them there knowing exactly that he found that pose extra appealing. He shot you a look from the mirror and chuckled while putting his button-down shirt on. It was perfectly tailored to his body and with every movement you could admire his muscels moving tightly under his shirt. „We have to leave in an hour.“ he said after walking over to you and placing a kiss on your temple. Which was really disappointing. He could‘ve at least given you a proper kiss.

***

You were walking on the red carpet besides Noah while he gave his interviews. You kept touching his arm or his lower back casually to show him that you really needed affection but he just smiled casually and kept going without showing that he even recognized it. So your frustration kept growing in your chest but you didn‘t want to say it out loud. You needed him to understand and act on it. Otherwise you‘d probably end up slapping him out of surpressed need. He finally wrapped his arm around you after he finished his interviews and it was time to walk inside. Right by the door was the carpet where they only took photos so you two waited for the celebrities infront of you to move on.

When it was your turn, Noah pulled you closer and you smiled into the cameras while you could see him looking at you in the corner of your eye. This bitch was looking at you with heart eyes when everybody else was looking but not when you needed him too. Deep down you knew he was doing it to make you go crazy. So you did a thing that you normally never did and faced him to place your lips on his for a quick peck and a million photos were taken accompanied by cheers and whistles. „You shoudn‘t have done that. It‘s going to be all over the internet.“ he whispered into your ear and another millions photos were taken while you ignored his comment.

***

You were seated on a round table facing the stage. The host was talking about something you couldn‘t quiet follow because all you had in mind was Noah. Your hand was resting on his thigh, constantly moving up and down. He was talking to his friends about the movie industry and you were bored to death, so you started experimenting. How high could you move your hand before he would react. It was a nice game. The table cloth was fully covering your laps so you were safe. You were getting to the exciting part, really close to his crotch, when he placed his hand above yours, keeping it still. You tried to pull your hand out of his grip but he tightened his his grasp even more. He laughed at something his friend said as if nothing was happening and leaned in closer to you.

„Go to the bathroom.“ he said only for you to hear and placed your hand on your lap. A smile appeared on your face and you excused yourself from the table and stood up to walk to the bathroom without seeming too eager.

You were fixing your hair when the bathroom door opened and Noah slipped through. „Sir, you‘re in the wrong bathroom.“ you teased him and he chuckled while loosening his tie. „I don‘t think you want me to leave though.“ he said while checking the stalls and locked the door after making sure you were alone. He pinned you against the sink and placed his hands on your hips. „You look incredible today.“ he said and placed a kiss on to the crook of your neck. „You noticed?“ you asked a little huffy now and he smiled against your skin. „One needs to be blind to miss it.“ he said in between kisses he placed up to your ear. „You were really needy today.“ he said and sucked lightly on your soft spot. After he said that you huffed and pushed him back, slapping his shoulder. „You did it on purpose, didn‘t you?“ you pouted and he chuckled while pulling you closer. „I just wanted you to get excited.“ he said against your lips and you frowned. „I was excited. Now I‘m pissed.“ you said and glared at him while he chuckled. „Patience. When we get home I‘ll love you like a princess.“ he said and placed his lips onto yours, kissing you intensly.

„But until then, you‘ll behave.“ he purred and you bit down on your bottom lip. „No more games.“ he said and pressed his lower half against you and you smiled.

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We grew up {Noah Centineo}

A/N: Because I belive that people change and not always together. I‘m sorry this is sad. Also this is very short

You were sitting on the edge of your bed looking down on your feet trying to figure out what happened. He was sitting right next to you, probably doing the same thing. You didn‘t fight. Which was the worst thing in all of this mess. You just had a realization and that was that. You looked up at Noah and watched his profile. He was still the handsome boy you had once fallen in love with but somehow it was different. You were different. Maybe he was too.

You took his hand and held it in your lap while looking down on them and sighed. „I wish I knew how it came to this.“ you said truthfully and he nodded. „I wish it hadn‘t come to this.“ he answered and you felt a sting in your heart. „You have to know that I still care about you more than anything in the world. I just don‘t...love you like that anymore.“ Saying it out loud made it sound even more terrible. But it was true. Noah and you were a couple way before he started getting famous. He was you first real love and it was great. But then life happened. You finished your art school he got booked for movies and you lived seperate lives for so long that now you were almost strangers. The facetimes were always either rushed because one of you didn‘t have the time or really tiring because one of you was always exhausted from work.

You brought his hand to your lips and placed a gentle kiss on his knuckles. „I wish it had turned out differently.“

You didn’t do anything to each other to cause pain or heartbreak. You just grew...apart. Noah was still holding on to some hope but deep down he also knew that this relationship had been coming to an end long before today. He just couldn‘t believe it. You were supposed to be his one and only. But he didn‘t feel that way anymore. He knew why, he just couldn‘t bring himself to believe it. You always had been the more mature person in the relationship so you had pulled the trigger on this issue. As always.

He freed his hand from yours to wrap his arm around your shoulder and pull you into his side. He placed his chin on your head and drew little circles on your arm with his thumb.

„What happened to us?“ you asked him, really wondering.

„We grew up.“ he said and it was the truth. „Just not together.“ You leaned your head against his shoulder and wrapped your arm around him too.

„You‘ll always be my number one though.“ he whispered out into the universe. And it felt final. You were done.

„And you‘ll be mine.“

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I literally have 8 Noah Centineo/Peter K. unfinished imagines and 17 Tom Holland/Peter Parker ones. Congrats to me. I’m a failure

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Thirsty Weekend

Aight peeps. It’s tirsty-weekend

Imma start something and hope it won’t flop! Send in

-your thirsty thoughts, kinks and what not with BTS members or Tom Holland/Peter P or Noah Centineo/Peter K. and I’ll elaborate on it by writing a mini blurb or I’ll just talk about it

-something about your crush

-a story you’ve heared

-something that happened to you

I should be writing the requests or finish my 25 unfinished oneshots but I’m trash as you know

Maybe this will get my imagination going💃🏽

Let’s do this!

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Smile Part 6 is coming out tonight?? Last Part?? Who‘s ready???

*plug* Part 1-5 *plug*