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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.
âOkay what are the rules?â Peter says
âWe canât tell anyone about this arrangement.â You say.
âRight, that one is obvious." He nods his head, leaning against the metal of the bleachers. "What else?
âYou have to drive me to school.â You say.
âAnd after school. Thatâs easy enough, Iâm always going home." He then says some of his rules.
"And youâll go to my basketball games, right?â He says.
âYes if you can take me there.â You say.
âOf course I can take you, babe." He grins, playfully using the pet name.
You roll my eyes at him. âAnything else?â
He laugh at your eye roll, pretending to be hurt. "Aw, donât roll your eyes at me. Can I have one more thing?â
âSureâ You say.
He smirks, eyes flickering with mischief. "Can I put my arm around you in public?â
âYes.â You say.
He scoot closer to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you against him. "Good. Now youâre really my fake girlfriend.â
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?â
âYesâ 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?â
âAre you sure you are?â 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.â
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.â
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.â
âYou can call me sweetheart then.â 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.â
âFine darling.â 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 canât take a hint.
Peter is aware of your situation with your neighbor, and it amuses him a little. âSo you're using me to get your neighbor off your back, huh?â He grins. "I guess I'm just a convenient shield, sweetheart.â
âAnd youâre using me to get back with your ex.â 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.â
You roll your eyes and then see your neighbor josh looking and walking towards both of you and panic kissing peter.
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Secret Admirer (Peter Kavinsky | To All the Boys Iâve Loved Before)
Summary â Your best friend has been keeping a secret.
Warnings & Other Tags âł Fluffy fluffiness; friends to lovers because itâs one of the only ways to live; some lowkey, classic mutual pining; Peter being a secret poet (not really); nicknames like âbabeâ and âsweetheartâ; Lara Jean being a very supportive (but slightly annoying) friend; literally one curse word.
Notes âł âCanât Stop the Loveâ Event (7/14) âł Word Count is 1,357. ⳠReader is gender neutral (they/them).
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The smile that lit up Lara Jeanâs 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.
âYou got another one!âÂ
âYeah, I can see that, nosey,â you replied, quickly snatching the note out of her hands before she could become too interested in its contents.
âI just wanna know what he said!â she whined dramatically.
âWanna know what who said?âÂ
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, âTheir secret admirer!âÂ
âLara Jean!â you scolded, shoving her shoulder. âSeriously?!âÂ
âYouâve got a secret admirer?â chuckled Peter. âWhat do the notes say?â
âNothingâ!â
You felt paper being ripped from your hand. Glaring half-heartedly at Lara Jean, you watched as she began reading your letter aloud, âYour 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 lipsââ
âOkay, Covey,â you laughed, once again retrieving the paper, âthatâs enough.â
Peter watched with a deep chuckle as you shoved the note into your back pocket, âYou never told me about this. Do you like that kinda stuff? What heâs been writing, I mean. It seems... sappy.â
You scoffed, closing your locker after retrieving a textbook, âJust admit youâre not romantic and go, Kavinsky.âÂ
âAlright, alright! Take it easy, babe! Iâm not judging!â he rolled his eyes with a smile, tossing his hands up in a defensive manner. âSeriously though... Do you like what he writes or...?â
If you had only spared a glance in Lara Jeanâs direction, you wouldâve noticed her narrowed, suspicious eyes as she stared at him. Your attention, however, remained on Peter, whose nickname for you sent your heart aflutter.
âI mean,â you shrugged, âthe notes are really sweet. Who wouldnât want someone to talk about them like that?âÂ
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.Â
âGrow a pair, Kavinsky,â 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 âgrow a pairâ, 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 CafĂ©.Â
All the kind, endearing words of your most recently received letter had been concluded with what should have been a simple choice: âIf you want to know who I am, meet me at Corner CafĂ© at 10.â
But now that you were here, you werenât 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 toâ
Knock! Knock!
You gasped in surprise upon seeing someone peering through the passengerâs side window, âPeter!âÂ
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 passengerâs seat and closed the door behind him.Â
âI didnât realize this place closes at 10,â he said, âso I got us each one of these before they started shutting things down. Sorry about getting the time wrong.â
âTheseâ 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.Â
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, âYou good?âÂ
You unconsciously accepted the strawberry milkshake, still staring at him as you asked, âWhat are you doing?â
Everything seemed to suddenly click within Peterâs mind. He cleared his throat, and then said, âRight. I guess I shouldâve opened withâuhâIâm your secret admirer. Surprise!â
A glare set into your expression, âThatâs not funny, Peter.â
âNot the reaction I was expecting, but alright,â he nodded slowly. âIs the fact that itâs me, like, not okay with you?âÂ
He watched as your features softened with realization. The way you looked at him was entirely new. With a quivering lip, you whispered, âYou arenât kidding?â
He exhaled with a small smile and shake of the head, âNo. Iâm not.â
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 couldnât stop a grin from spreading across his face when your response finally came.
âIâm glad itâs you, Peter.â
âYeah?â he practically giggled.
You nodded, smiling wide, âYeah.â
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.
âI just have one question,â you said, taking a sip of your milkshake.
He hid his face behind your joined hands with a loud groan, âOh no!â
You couldnât 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, âWhatâs the question?â
âDid you really write those notes?â you asked. âOr did Lara Jean help you? Everyone knows sheâs a total romantic.â
His face morphed into a shy grimace, âYouâre close. I didnât write them on my own, but Lara Jean wasnât the one who helped me.â
Your eyebrows furrowed, your head tilted, and then you asked, âThen who did?â
He finally let your joined hands fall into his lap. His thumb traced patterns against your skin. With a sigh, he muttered, âInternet generator.â
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.
âShut up!â his muffled voice demanded. âDonât make fun of me!â
âDude,â you shook your head, ânot a single person in the world couldâve gotten that information outâ!â
âHey!â he interrupted, abruptly shifting to meet your eyes. âYou canât call me âdudeâ anymore!â
âWhat?!â you exclaimed. âWhy not?!â
âBecause,â he scoffed, as though the reason was obvious, âyou canât go around calling your boyfriend that! Iâll never hear the end of it from Trevor if you do!â
A grin slowly spread across your lips, and then you asked, âWho said youâre my boyfriend, Kavinsky?â
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.
âI donât think thatâs negotiable at this point, babe,â he muttered. âYou think Iâm gonna let you go when I just got you?â
âOh, really?â you asked, trying to contain your smile. âWell then, I have one condition.â
âAnd whatâs that?â he asked, eyes momentarily glancing at your lips.
âYou, Mr. Peter Kavinsky,â you smirked, âhave to show me your fancy internet generator.â
âShit!â he groaned, bumping his forehead against yours and closing his eyes. âFine! But only if I get to kiss you right now.â
You feigned a look of deep thought. Your actions made Peter roll his eyes at you as he waited for a response.
âItâs a deal.â
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College Kavinsky 2.0
You drove down the street stressed that you were late. You arrive the restaurant and send an Iâm 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 donât why but your stomach sinks.
âHello?â you say as he picked up and was silent Â
âY/L/N?â âYea?â you confirm turning down the volume in the car, you hear a lot of commotion in the background
âShit sorry Y/L/Nâ
âOhhh kayyyyâ you were getting stood up. âShit happened in the club emergency meeting and I just lost track of time I was gonna textâ
You interrupt âI understandâÂ
âIâm sorryâ âThanksâ you respond nonchalantly âis everything okay?â you ask hearing a yelling match go onÂ
âI canât really talk now mind if I call later maybe we can hang out. I will make it up to you I promiseâÂ
âSureâ you respond in a flat tone âdonât stress about it, just call me back when you canâ âGreat thanks Y/L/NâÂ
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?
âBabes? What are you doing here?â Ivy asks youÂ
You shrug âPeter couldnât make itâÂ
âOh shit what did he say?âÂ
âI donât know something happened he lost track of timeâ You scoff taking off your shoes.âSome bullshit. Make up wasted, outfit down the drainâÂ
âAww donât be like thatâ she pouts opening her arms for your to hugÂ
You smile and give her one âYeeaaa, i think he stood me upâ âHe wouldnât do that!â she insistsÂ
âWell only time will tell Ivanna, only time will tell. Iâm gonna go lay downâ âOkay Iâm here to talk if you wantâÂ
Ivy knew this wasnât going as planned but she knew Peter just wouldnât 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 wasnât 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 afterÂ
âHey!â he says walking inÂ
âHiâ you greet smiling at him. He had managed to ease away the wall you immediately built up after last weekendÂ
âMan you know all the cool places, I thought we were gonna meet at starbucks or somethingâ âNope!â you emphasis the P âthey have good coffee, bagels, and treatsâÂ
âI donât even know what to get I normally get my coffee from starbucks and its some latte shitâ âOoh I can order for you is your starbucks order sweet or notâÂ
He shrugs âi donât know like regular sweetâÂ
âPerfect, want a bite or?â âIâll follow your recommendation bossâ You blush âHereâ he hands you his card âIâm gonna find a seat place is kinda packedâÂ
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.Â
âHere is your orderâ you say, handing him his bagel and coffee while you take yours. âI got you a bacon egg and cheese bagel, NY Style and a Half White/ Half reg Mocha, latte.â âMMM! So good!â he says taking a sip of his drink
You smile âI have to stop myself from coming here everyday.âÂ
âWhat do you have?â âOh i have a white mocha caramel brulee iced latte and a cheddar bacon bagel with cream cheese, classicsâÂ
âClassic kind of girlâ âI try new things sometimes I just like the classics you know canât go wrongâ He nods in agreement mouth full of food âSo how have you been?â you ask cautiously âeverything okay?â you pay attention to his mannerismsÂ
He sighs âyea, i canât say much but one of the sophomores got into a fight at the bar and the guy wanted to press charges it was crazyâÂ
âOh wow!âÂ
He takes in a deep breath âI canât wait for this to be overâ
You tilt your head and look at him âI thought you liked being in a fratâÂ
âI do but I donât at the same time. Itâs 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 havenât had a girlfriend and donât know how to manage a full house with many girls and you know they make stupid stupid mistakes sometimes.â he eats a little before speaking âYou 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 downâ âSounds roughâ you give him a sympathetic look âDonât 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. Iâve never networked as much as I did so much so I hate when people recognize me nowâ
âReally? I thought you liked the spotlightâÂ
âYea I kinda wanna be invisible sometimesâÂ
âAwwâ you pout seeing the exhaustion in his expressionÂ
âBut I can manage for 2 more years and then barely look back, that is my mantra nowâÂ
You beam at him âYou got this KavinskyâÂ
He smiles âI will if you continue to be by my sideâÂ
âYouâre so cheesyâ You blush lookingÂ
âOnly for you Y/L/NâÂ
âSo I was thinki..â Youâre interrupted âOMG PETER IS THAT YOU?â 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 âY/N What are you guys doing here?âÂ
âTalkingâ he says matter of factly answering for youÂ
âOoooo about?â she wiggles her eyebrows while sitting next to him âoh mind if wejoin?â âActually we were justâÂ
âYoo Peetterrrâ You hear Sean calls to himÂ
You see the annoyed expression on his faceÂ
âPull up a chair guysâ Olivia instructs her friends
âSo much for some alone timeâ he mumbles you hear it and refrain from laughing
You look down at your phone after receiving a textÂ
Peter đ„°: Sorry about this
Y/N: its okayÂ
You look up and smile at him, he responds by giving you a sympathetic smile. You two sit in a circle, with one of Oliviaâs friends sitting in between you two? How that happened you donât know. Peter kind of gets caught up in the conversation that he doesnât realize time is passing but you did because you had a tutoring session and you couldnât be late for that.
âGuys I have to go, tutor sessionâ âWhat are you getting tutoring for?â One of Oliviaâs friends ask slyly you peep thatÂ
YOu smirk âI donât get tutoring sessions I am the tutor 3 years nowâ âOhâ you see the sly smirk fall âAnd Iâm getting paid to do it so I canât be late my client is waiting for me, talk to you guys later it was nice meeting yallâÂ
âNice meeting you tooâ
âOh shit I gotta go Iâm lateâ âWhere you off to Kavinksy.â âI gotta go to practiceâ Although stanford didnât have a menâs lacrosse team Peter was able to try out and join a club where they had frequent games, like a norcal.Â
Oh yea, text me Mark wants to go over somethings later tonight âWill do Y/L/N wait up girlâÂ
You smile and wait by the door. âBye guysâÂ
See Ya! He throws the peace sign as he walks outÂ
You two walk to your cars he had parked next to you âIâm sorry about thatâ Peter comments
âItâs okay Peter canât control everythingâ He smiles âyou're awesome, I gotta run but Iâll text you okay?âÂ
âYea drive safe, remember the building is not running away from youâ He gives you a quick peck on the cheek and runs to the drivers side of his jeep.Â
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 interactÂ
Y/L/N what time did you get here why didnât you text me
I just got here
âCool cool, whats your poison tonightâ âA few shotsâÂ
KAVINSKY You both turn
Mark motions him over with his head Iâll be backÂ
You run into Olivia and her cheerleading crew you hang out with them a bit before you leave and move around the roomÂ
There you are babes. I need a dance partner and Cam wonât do it with me
âUmmmâ you chuckle âIâm not dancingâ âDonât act like you didnât teach me how to salsa, come on pleeeaasssee just a few songs, here lets take some shotsÂ
âNooooâ âYesss and then like 3-4 songsâÂ
âFOUR?!âÂ
âOkay three and then i will leave you aloneâÂ
âDealâÂ
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.Â
She holds onto you tight âOne morree pleeasseeeâ
âPeter is watchingâ you mention not liking his attentionÂ
She smiles âGood so is Cam lets get them all worked upâ she winks. You canât 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 youâre glad its over with so that you can get away from the middle away from the attention(Peterâs)Â
âWhoo I need some waterâ you think as you reach into the icebox
âI didnât know you could dance Y/L/Nâ you hear Peterâs voice You turn to face him and you feel your face flush with embarrassment as he walks to you slowly âI.......donât?â He motions behind him âso what was that?â âOh i was following Ivyâs leadâ you explain trying to hide your smile He chuckles âLIARâÂ
You smile and walk away from the crowd in the kitchen, he follows you to the backyard. âI know a spot we can talk come onâ he grabs your handÂ
You two walk a bit away from the house near the fence you find a benchÂ
âHow you been?â he asks moving your hair behind so he could see your face
âBusy like youâ He hums in agreementÂ
âI wanna take you out to dinnerâ he says while playing with your fingers a little nervous you will say noÂ
âDo i need to dress up?â you askÂ
He shrugs âSort ofâ
âWhen?â
He smiles âYou tell me gorgeousâÂ
âYo Kavinskyâ you hear from the distanceÂ
âOh my goooddddâ
You giggleÂ
âI gotta questionâ the guy says as he stands in front of you twoÂ
âShootâ he answers nonchalantlyÂ
Another guy walks up âKAVINSKYYYY! Whatâs up bro?â he shouts as he gets closerÂ
You hear him groan âMichael how you doin?!âÂ
âOh shit didnât mean to interruptâÂ
âItâs okayâ you go to stand up to walk away but Peter tightens his grip on your hipsÂ
You look at him and smiles at you, before looking at the freshmen âwhat was your questionâÂ
âOh i wanted to know...â you fade away
âFinally okay about dinnerâ
KAVINSKY he Mark callsÂ
âI canât fucking take thisâ it shocks you when you see him irritated âWHAT?âÂ
âHURRY UP I GOTTA TALK TO YOU ABOUT SOMETHING!âÂ
âItâs okay Peterâ
âIâm gonna lose my fucking mindâ he runs his hand down his face frustratedÂ
âSo Dinner I am free Saturday evening and Sunday evening after 3pmâ
âCool Iâll pick you up at 5, I gotta go Iâm sorry.â 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 didnât? That was tomorrows problem because tonight you were laughing at the antics in front of you.Â
âYou guys are cute you look up it was OliviaâÂ
âOh Olivia! Whats up? you scoot over so she could sit next to youÂ
She sits down before saying âNothing just commenting on you two love birdsâ she teases âSo what you two discuss?â
âOhâ you blush âPeter wants to take me out to dinnerâ
She smiles âReally when?âÂ
You shrug âNext weekend I thinkâÂ
âThink heâs gonna make it official?â she asksÂ
âI donât know maybe or maybe he just wants the chance to get to know me better no interruptionsâ you sayÂ
âYea thats possibleâ 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 didnât 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 discussionÂ
Next weekend arrived and this time Peter was not late. In fact he was early.Â
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
âKavinsky, youâre earlyÂ
âEarly bird gets the wormâ he stands with his hands behind the backÂ
âDo you wanna come in sorry for the mess
âLaundry adorned the couch as you were mid washing cycle and didnât feel like carrying it up all the way to your roomÂ
He scoffs looking around âIts nothing compared to the (frat) house you know that.â He pulls you in âhow are you?â
Oh you blush âIâm goodâÂ
âI got you theseâ He pulls the bouquet from behind his backÂ
You can't help but to grin âAww Peter you didnât have to!âÂ
âItâs my pleasureÂ
You smile and walk towards the kitchen âwant something to drink?â you ask as you place them in a vase. âIâll read this laterâ you say as you place the card down
âIâll take some waterâÂ
âOkay, Iâll be right back. I donât wanna be late I promise Iâll be down in 10 minutesâ you say as you run up the steps
âNo problem take your time!â
âOkay Iâm readyâ your heels go clacking against the wooden floor as you walk down the stairs. â12 minutes a little late.â
He smiles at you holding his hand out âRight on time to me. WOW look at you!â He holds your hand up so you can do a little spinÂ
You smile as you stop facing him âI look okay? i can changeâ
âDonât I love those on you: he comments speaking of your heels Â
You look around and see that one of your panties laid on the floor you hoped Peter didnât notice and you become extremely bashful. âOkay let's goâ you open your clutch âkeys, wallet. phone. Good all in thereâ
During the ride there Peter held your hand and sang a few songs on his playlist you laughed and snapped a few videos
âYou gotta post thoseâ he says when youâre done
You end up 1 hour away from your apartment in Berkeley, CAÂ
You see the sign Welcome To Berkeley, California when you turn to Peter âWe are in BerkleyâÂ
âYes ma'amâ You give him a look âIâll explain when we get thereâ, 15 minutes later he pulls into a parking lot of a restaurant that had all the romance vibes.Â
âWow Peter this isâ you look around âthank youâÂ
He smiles looking at you taking it all in âitâs my pleasureâÂ
The waiter comes and you two place your order. The conversation is surface level, until you were both done and now waiting for dessert.Â
âUmmmmâ the waiter interrupts looking bashful âI have drinksâÂ
âOhâ you look down at the drinks and back up at Peter who also looked confused âWe didnât order thoseâ
She blushes even more âI know but um there is a couple around who wanted to buy you two drinks said you guys were so cute and I agreeâ she smilesÂ
âOhâ you smile and look around to see if you could tell who it was but you couldnât âtell them thank you!âÂ
âAbsolutely!âÂ
Peter picks up his drink and you follow suit âSalud to us to life and to the lovely couple:Â you raise your glasses in the air, clinking them lightly and taking a sip.Â
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 âSo we drove to Berkely an hour away because?â
He sighs and sits up rubbing his thumb over yours âI really like you Y/Nâ wow you didnât know you could like the sound of him saying your first name as much as you did your last name âAnd I didnât want any interruptions. I want to just focus on you, on us, I wanna make sure we are on the same pageâ he smiles before placing a soft kiss on your knuckles You blush âAre we not on the same page?â âI think we are but, now I get to talk to you, like really talk to you without someone fucking recognizing meâÂ
âI honestly thought you loved thatâ He huffs âI 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 everyoneâs asleep and the house is mostly quiet. But then i canât sleep because iâm trying to catch up on my thoughts, like oh I forgot to watch the tiktok you sent, coach sent us a schedule for next weekâ You reach over and caress his face âit will be over soon Peterâ you try to sooth his frustrations
âI have dessert for you twoâÂ
The waiter brought a plate, you watch as she places it down. Letters adorn the plate âWill you be my girlfriend?â It reads you look down then back up at Peter.Â
âWhat do you say Y/N Y/L/Nâ he asks moving the hair from your face as he leans in closer in and speaks softly âWill you be my girl?â he pushes the hair behind your ear and caresses your cheek âI would love to be yoursâÂ
âPeterâ you say above a whisperÂ
âI need an answer babyâ he insists in the most sultry voice youâve heard from him so far
God when will you stop blushing you think before answering âYes I would love toâÂ
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.Â
When you pull away you take it all in âYou planned all thisâ
He smiles leaning back and taking scooping some of his dessert and eating it âI did for you, for us like I saidâ Â
âYouâre so thoughtful thank you PeterâÂ
âI wanted toâ he smirks smuggly knowing his mission was accomplished You blush âwhat is it?â he chucklesÂ
âNothingâ you smile looking away from himÂ
âI wanna be with you in ways that I havenât felt in a long timeâ he pauses âI wanna be there when youâre sad, mad, happy i want to experience those things with youâÂ
You smile slyly âEven if iâm mad at you?âÂ
âEven if, because I know that we can talk it out and be betterâ
âYouâre such a romanticâ
âCanât blame me, anyone would be especially when it comes to youâÂ
You smileÂ
His phone pings and he looks down at it and huffs. You're quickly brought back to reality which was Peterâs availability.Â
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...
âY/N!âÂ
Your head snaps to look at him âYea?âÂ
âYou okay?âÂ
âYes!â you smile
âTell me amoreâ he caresses your hands againÂ
âAmoreâ God why is this happening to me I canât be going through this rollercoaster of emotionsÂ
âOh Iâm okayâÂ
âYou looked sad what is it?â You shake your head âOh i was just thinkingâÂ
âAbout tell meâ he insists pulling your hand to his mouth again for more kisses
âI just got too lost in thought and started thinking about the people Iâm tutoringâ you chuckle nervously, avoiding eye contactÂ
âYou sure?â he asks feeling as if you werenât telling him the truthÂ
Yea you lean in to give him a kiss âIâm sureâÂ
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.Â
 âSo do you wanna come in do you have time?â you ask as he parks in front of your houseÂ
He looks at his watch and nods âyeaâ 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
âOoooâ the girls say in unison Â
âYou guys are back finallyâ Ivy commentsÂ
âPeter, you know Ivy but these are my other roommates Daniella and WillowâÂ
He salutes them âNice to meet you twoâÂ
âI was gonna give him a quick tour is that okay?â you askÂ
âYes it is! Welcome to our home Peter, nuestra casa es su casa!â Daniella commentsÂ
âThanks!âÂ
âHeâs cute!â you hear them whisper as you go up the stepsÂ
âWe can hear you!â You say and they giggleÂ
âSo you've seen the kitchen and dining areaâÂ
âDaniella and Willow occupy the 2nd floorâ you say as you stop in the common space âwe 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.âÂ
âOkay okay he looks around taking it inâÂ
âAndâ you walk further down the hall up to a third set of stairs. âThis is my bedroom:Â you say as you walk in you noticed the pile of laundry sitting by the door and didnât pay it any mind
âI have the atticâÂ
âWowâ he comments your space was cozy
âYou like?âÂ
âIt's very cozy I love itâ
Warm lights and fake candles adorned your spaceÂ
âI 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, donât comment, and bathroom.âÂ
He nods taking it all in âThis is dope, lots of space tooâ you smile in response âAnd where is Ivyâs roomâÂ
âOh she has the basementâ
âCool, coolâÂ
âYea the attic and basement are both bigger so since the previous seniors left we took the rooms over Ivy said she wasnât gonna walk up all those stepsâ Â
âI like it, it fits youâÂ
âReally how so?â not understanding what about your room fit you
âWarm and cozy thats how i feel when we are together, like i have safe space with youâ he says matter of factlyÂ
âOh that's sweet of youâ you plop down on the bed, your feet hurting from wearing heels one inch too high for your comfortÂ
He smiles and walks over to you squating down âI got you, let me get these offâ he works the clasps on each shoe and gently removes the heels
âI still don't know how you walk in theseâ he says looking at the heelÂ
âOne step in front of the other, you can just drop them thereâ you point at a space near youÂ
He does so âSpeaking of droppingâ he picks up a pair of lace panties on the floor a pair you had just washed
âOh my god!â you snatch it from him and shove it under the pillow âyou didnât see thoseâÂ
âThose look good kindaâ he reaches for them and you push him away giggling â wanna see them on youâ âPeter!âÂ
âWhat youâre my girl now, donât need to hide anythingâ he grabs your hand âcome hereâÂ
You feel your face flush as he pulls you in. He moves the hair out of your face as looks down at you. âYouâre so beautiful Y/NâÂ
You smile ânot as handsome as youâ you manage to say before he leans down and gives you a kiss. This time it wasnât 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 youâre 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 couldnât resist he just needed to feel your lips on him once again you donât know how long you two kissed but you both jump when his phone rings.Â
It had been 30 minutes and Mark was now calling his phone. He looks at the caller ID âOh shit i gotta go amoreâÂ
âIts okayâ he leans in for another kiss you giggle âPeter youâre gonna get in troubleâ
âIts worth it!â he declaresÂ
You lightly push at his chest and reach up to wipe the remnants of your lipstick from his face and lips âyou gotta go handsomeâÂ
He rolls his eyes âtrying to get rid of meâ he arguesÂ
âNope you grab his hand trying to get you out of troubleâ you counterÂ
He smiles and walks down the steps with youÂ
You walk him to the car he leans in one more time for a kiss you both smile as you giggle âyou gotta goâ you whisper softly pushing him in the carÂ
âOne more for good measureâ he comments pulling you into his jeep and holding you tight
You give him a quick peck and push away quickly âyou gotta go text meâ you say closing the doorÂ
A round of âoooooosâ erupts as you walk into the house. You roll your eyes âseriously guys?â
âWhat you brought an adonis into our home and we cant cheer for you pshh you deserve it girly popâ Willow commentsÂ
You smile thanks âoh i forgot i didnât read the noteâ you state seeing it sit on the flowers , you slowly open it and it reads âthinking of you forever and alwaysâ you read outloud âAwwwwwâ they all say in unison
âDamn, what do i have to do to get a boyfriend like that?â Daniella asksÂ
âYou smile be yourselfâÂ
A/N: Please Reblog, like but you don't have permission to copy. Let me know what you think, remember I am sensitive about my shit.
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TĂtulo: Professor.
Contagem de palavras: 495 palavras.
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Eu e Peter acontecemos literalmente por um tur na faculdade, ele me chamou para sair no final do mesmo dia.
Eu jurei que nĂŁo irĂamos passar de amigos, era mais que Ăłbvio que nĂŁo ia funcionar, os sorrisos de canto dele me deixaram boba toda vez que ele sorria.
A quĂmica com ele tambĂ©m parecia ser constante.
Talvez isso fosse a melhor coisa do mundo enquanto eu nĂŁo fosse aluna dele, mĂ©dico com notas boas no final da faculdade formado em neurologia o garoto prodĂgio da faculdade, logo em seguida o professor jovem e promissor, sem contar no salĂĄrio absurdo, isso soa interesse, para alguĂ©m que nĂŁo sabe dos riscos e dos sentimentos.
Psicologia sĂł tinha uma matĂ©ria com ele, Ă© trĂȘs aulas por semana, nĂłs sempre estĂĄvamos juntos fora da faculdade de qualquer jeito.
_Amor, fala como isso acontece?_ Perguntei soltando a caneta na bancada.
_São só as terminaçÔes nervosas._ Ele respondeu sem tirar os olhos do que ele cortava.
_NĂŁo faz sentido._ Fechei o livro e me levantei indo para o outro lado e parando do lado dele, o olhando.
_Oque nĂŁo entendeu?_ Ele perguntou me olhando depois de terminar.
_Não quero falar de cérebros e como eles funcionam agora._ Falei saindo do lado dele.
_EntĂŁo vamos falar de que exatamente?_ Ele perguntou colocando oque ele cortava na panela com uma sopa ou molho?
_O que estĂĄ fazendo?_ Perguntei, olhando para dentro da mesma.
_Massa e molho._ Ele respondeu.
_ JĂĄ pensou que essa Ă© a Ășltima semana que vamos ter que nĂłs ver na faculdade?_ Perguntei me sentando na bancada, ele logo se enfiou entre as minhas pernas.
_Sim, eu sei, contei todos os dias, Ă© sĂł faltam apenas duas semanas para a sua formatura._ Ele falou e eu ri concordando.
_Quase no final, agora sĂł apresentar a tese, Ă© depois somente os adolescentes traumïżœïżœticos._ Falei aliviada.
_Sim Ă© aĂ eu vou te levar para todos os lugares, andar de mĂŁos dadas, nĂłs almoços de famĂlia, atĂ© nos termos a nossa._ Ele falou empolgado.
_Ei calma aĂ, atĂ© a parte de almoço em famĂlia, eu concordo mas jĂĄ falamos sobre a regra dos vinte e cinco._ Falei e esperei ele falar.
_Filhos sĂł 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 patrimÎnio nós seremos apenas um casal._ Falei é ele bufou.
_Eu sei._ Ele respondeu compreensivo.
_Que clima pessado, nĂŁo era para ficar assim._ Falei o puxando para mais perto, ele sorriu e me deu um selinho casto.
_Jå 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 existĂȘncia desse homem.
âȘïžâȘïžâȘïž
SĂł porquĂȘ eu amo a ideia do Kavinsky.
Vote, por favor.
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How do you think Armando would react if you were kidnapped by an enemyy?
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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, Iâm currently on holiday!! Iâm catching up though, hope you enjoy! đ«đđđ„đšđ đŹ đđ«đ đđ©đ©đ«đđđąđđđđ. đž
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đđ đđđ đđđđđ đđđđđđ đđđ đđđđđđ đđđđđđđ, 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.
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You found out what Armandoâs 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 doesnât 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 heâs 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. Heâs 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 motherâs: Isabella. A heart separated him and her name.
âAfter 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.â
A pause occurred yet you just sat back and listened.
âI disrespected you mi amor, i thought i was protecting you but i was hurting you instead. Iâm sorry.â
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 couldnât. So you forgave him instead.
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đđđđđđđ đđ đđđ đđđđ đđđđđđđ, 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, âTo all the boys iâve loved beforeâ, the dynamic between Lara Jean and Peter Kavinsky making you laugh. It was funny to see different relationships especially comparing it to yours and Armandoâs.
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 Alejandroâs 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 Isabellaâs door, Alejandro quickly ran in. You instruct Alejandro not to move from this room, nodding his head he quickly hugs you and moves by Isabellaâs 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.
âLord, please protect me and my kids. Amen.â
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.
âNo seas estĂșpido.â
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đđđ đđđ đđđđ, 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.
âÂżPor quĂ© no contesta?â
Armando now pushing past some of the workers, leaned over to the front. âDrive faster!â
The workers being confused, obeyed his instructions. Some of the members were now alarmed and were looking back at each other. âCount this fucking money they gave us, Vamos!!â
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.
âSeñor, nos quedamos cortos.â
âÂżQuĂ© dijeronâ His head snapping towards the members who spoke up.
âBossâŠâ
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.
âVoy a quemar todo este paĂs.â
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- âNo seas estĂșpidoâ : Donât be stupid.
- âÂżPor quĂ© no contesta?â : Why isnât she picking up?
- âVoy a quemar todo este paĂs.â : I will burn this whole country
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On thin ice (Hockey player! Miguel OâHara 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? MaybeâŠ. 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
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Chapter 6: Iâve dreamt about you nearly every night this week.
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âShi-âslam.
Before the other player could fully react, he was being tackled by Miguelâs speeding figure, the other player being flipped and landing on his back with a groan, Miguel taking over the puck from his teammate.
âOâHara calm down! This is practice, not a game!â 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. âAlright, alright, thatâs enough for todayâŠâ Turner huffed, rubbing his forehead as he looks at the time, seeing that the figure skaters are due to come any minute now.
âWe still had 5 minutes.â Miguel said as he skated up next to his teammate that he had knocked over and helped him up.
âYeah weâll be quick.â Peter added, before Turner could protest, The Spiders already started to begin another round, causing the coach to groan but knew that they werenât going to stop until the round ended, so he let them play.
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âHe almost kissed you?â 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.
âYeah! If Peter and Kate didnât show up and got the door to open I think he would have!â You said in a low tone as well, not believing the words that came from your mouth either. Logan just shook his head.
âThatâs crazyâŠâ he trailed off before a smile starts to appear on his lips, âI knew he liked you!â He basically yells, you quickly brought a hand to his mouth to shut him up, eyes wide as you look at him like heâs crazy.
âShh.â You hissed before removing your hand from his mouth. âHe doesnât, it was probably because we were both drunk.â You say, although it felt like you were more trying to convince yourself rather than your partner.
âYeah, sureâŠâ he says with eye roll, clearly not believing your excuse, âthe real question is, did you want to kiss him?â He asked with a mischievous smirk.
Ignoring the heat rising on your face, you let out a scoff, âletâs go, practice starts soon.â You dodged the question and grabbed his hand, dragging him towards the rink.
âIâll take that as a yes.â
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âAre you fucking kidding meâŠâ 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.
âGet off the ice!â 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 â99â 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 werenât seconds apart from kissing.
âYou heard the girl, get off.â 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
âFinallyâŠâ Logan mumbled with a sigh, taking off his guards and getting on the ice before the hockey team could get off, you quickly followed.
âHey ice princes.â 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.
âHey!â 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 letâs go of your wrist you scowl and hit him on his arm, earning a chuckle from him and some questioning looks from his teammates.
âWhat was that for?!â You scolded as you cross your arms.
âJust wanted to talk to you about what happened at the party.â He said in a low tone, you just raised an eyebrow at him.
Oh?
ââŠWhat about it?â You asked after a beat.
âI wanted to just apologize, I shouldnât havenât tried to pull a move on you like that.â He said in a serious tone.
oh.
Part of you wanted to say, âitâs okay, I enjoyed it, I wish you did kiss me.â 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, âThanks Miguel.â
âReally, Iâm sorry. I think I just had too much to drink and-â he starts to ramble, you almost wanted to pinch yourself, Miguel OâHara, one of the most egotistical and cocky people youâve ever met, rambling an apology to you, of all people.
âMiguel-â you cut him off, putting a hand up in front of you, âseriously. Itâs okay.â 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.
âGood.â Was all he said in a reply in his usual tone of voice, âIâll see you around.â 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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âYou're kidding right?â You say before a cruel laugh leaves your lips, âyou actually thought Iâd be into? Thatâs so sad, youâre so stupid.â Your voice rang in Miguelâs ears, your voice dripping with an almost taunting pity. âIâd rather drop dead, youâre delusional Miguel. Iâll never love you.â
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âPlease Miguel⊠I need you⊠I love youâŠâ your voice trembled, youâre tone needy and desperate, your hands shaking as you place them on his back, âYouâre my everything- please- I need more-â
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âMiguel? I have something to tell youâŠâ you sounded so timid, your voice sounded so small and sweet, you didnât look up but continued anyways, âIâve been thinking, and⊠well⊠I think⊠I think I have feelings for you-â
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 didnât wake him up, before looking over at the clock on the desk that divides their twin beds.
â3:18 AMâ 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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Middle of the night (Reader x Peter Kavinsky)
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You didnât even know why you were here, you didnât even like parties. At least not the crazy oneâs where people just got wasted till the cops came around. Yet you found yourself at Genevieveâs party. The music was blasting so loud, you could hardly hear any conversations. The lights dimmed that you almost tripped over a past out person on your way. The smell of alcohol was to gag for. How could anyone even enjoy those. They tasted like piss or something terribly gross. In every room where people dancing like crazy. Girls squealing loud in your ear as you past them. Putting your fingers in your ears, moved you around them. A bump here and there against you.Â
You sighed deep looking around for a quiet place to sit. If it wasnât for you being the designated driver, you wouldâve left the party a while ago. You had literally lost your friend within the first five minutes you arrived at the party. Even though she promised to stay by your side at all times. She knew how introverted you were. Big crowds were not your thing.
You stumbled back just in time as a door swung open. Four football players came out, shouting and cheering loud. They left the door open as you wanted to close it. Your eyes fell inside the room, widening them with curiosity. What were four football players doing on a tiny toilet anyway? You peered inside, suddenly smelling an extreme cigarette sent. Ah of course, smoking. Closing the door quickly, proceeded you, your way around the house. You almost went unnoticed as people easily overlooked you. You ended up in the kitchen. On the table several bowls with chips. Walking around the table, plucked you a few chips to silence your stomach. A guy wanted to offer you some beer. You hastily denied, shaking your head with a mouth full of chips. Licking your lips and wiping your hands, went you on to the next room. Tugging your hands in your back pockets for a moment, overlooked you the room. Girls were dancing on the table, swaying their hips at the upbeat music.
In a corner spotted you a nice place to sit down. With your mind set on it, moved you swiftly towards it. Seating yourself down in a corner of a sofa, exhaled you content. You sat there watching the others, your head bopping a bit at a catchy song. It was fun while it lasted. As the songs progressed and the boredom kicked in, leaned you back in the sofa. Biting your lip, you wondered if you should take it out. Glancing up to everyone didnât they seem to notice you. Knowing people wouldnât even care, took you out the book you had been carrying in your purse. A pocket size novel, just small enough to fit in your purse. Smiling content, dived you right into the story. The party and the noise faded away as you got sucked in your own world. With a constant smile on your lips, were you taking in the words like a charm. The story captivating you and shielding you from the real world.
Peter high fived a guy he knew, laughing loud. He pointed at someone else who raised his cup at him. â âPeter!â â He turned around to see Genevieve make her way over to him. He inhaled sharply, preparing himself to talk to her. â âI have been looking everywhere for you.â â called she out, touching his chest. Peter touched his ear, looking around to avoid the question. â âYeah⊠uh⊠I was all over the place.â â chuckled he out. â âNo matter, I found you now.â â said Genevieve, her hand sliding up to his neck.Â
Peter got startled by it, staggering back. â âGenâŠâ â called he out nervously, moving her hand away. Genevieve frowned. â âWhatâs the matter, Peter?â â asked she, tilting her head to the side. Her eyes narrowing a bit at him. It made her look even bitchier at him then usual. Peter swallowed deep. He spotted one of his friends, raising his hand to him. â âHey!â â called he out. Peter moved past Genevieve as he had no interest into spending time with her. It was like she had forgotten that they had broken up. Peter was still hurting, not sure her intentions were pure or just out of desire.
He made his way through rooms without Genevieve following him. Exhaling deep felt he like escaping the beast. A girl came dancing up against him, making him smile at her for a moment. Vibing with her, moved he on. The girl running her hands through her hair, winking at him. Peter smiled wide, not engaging with her. He turned back around, almost bumping against someone. He was about to move to the next room as he suddenly spotted something. It was so unusual that he leaned back, trying to get a better view of it. Frowning with a smile, wondered he who it was.Â
He made his way over, letting himself fall down in the seat beside you. He leaned in closer to you, frowning as if he was trying to catch your name. â âY/n⊠you are Y/n, right?â â said he, pointing brief at you. You pulled your book down with a gasp. You squeaked loud, moving your book in front of your face at the sight of Peter. â âY/n right⊠did I get it right?â â asked he again, wanting to be sure it was you. You nodded, lowering your book a bit. He smiled at how well he remembered your name. â âWhat are you doing here all alone?â
You smiled sheepishly, tugging some hair behind your ear. â âIâŠIâŠI didnât think anyone would noticeâŠâ â mumbled you out. Peter exhaled deep, moving his hands behind his head, looking up at the ceiling for a moment. â âAre you on an interesting page?â â asked he, turning his face to you. You looked down at your book as if you had forgotten what you were reading. â âThey were just about toâŠâ â started you, Peter suddenly plucking your book from your hands. â âGood! Iâll keep this then.â â called he out, getting up. â âHey!â â shouted you out, getting up as well. â âGive it back, Peter!â â you reached for it, Peter holding his hand against your face to prevent you from reaching it. â âIâll take good care of it.â â chuckled he out as you gave up.Â
He removed his hand from your face, smiling cheeky at you. He tucked the book in his back pocket of his pants. â âBe careful with it.â â said you, reaching for it one more time. â âIâll take extra care.â â replied he. You squealed loud when he took your wrist, spinning you around. He pulled you close to him, bumping against his side, his arm sliding around your shoulders. â âYou wonât leave my side till youâve had some fun.â â whispered he to you, your head almost in his armpit. â âReading was fun!â â bit you back at him annoyed. He laughed loud, walking around with you.
Peter leaded you to a not so secluded area where there was enough room to move around. He removed his arm from you, coming to stand before you. You stood still, nervously biting your lip. Peter was swaying his shoulders a bit to get you in the zone. â âCome on Y/n.â â said he, trying to get you to dance. You shook your head, your hands resting against your cheeks. Looking around, ignored you Peter as you felt like everyone was staring at you. Peter slowly removed your hands down, smiling at you. He started making faces whilst dancing to get you to laugh. He dramatically swayed with his body, bopping his head to the beat.Â
You still werenât moving, too shy to dance for so many people. â âThey arenât watching!â â called Peter out, leaning into you for you to surely hear. Pressing your lips together, shook you, your head again. Peter wasnât going to take no for an answer, reaching for your hands. He took a hold of them, but you immediately pulled them back at his touch. Peter could tell this wasnât working. â âClose your eyes Y/n.â â called he out over the loud music. You blinked confused to his request. â âClose your eyes.â â repeated he, lowering his head to you. â âTrust me.â â he let his forehead come in contact with yours.
You looked nervously around, not even wanting to close your eyes. â âTrust me.â â said he, his body still moving to the beat. You took a deep breath, closing your eyes. Peter pulled back, taking a moment to smile. You flashed your eyes open at the touch of his hands go around your waist. â âPeter!â â called you out, pushing him off you. His hands shot up in defense. â âIâm not going to do anything weird⊠just trust me.â â you crossed your arms, not taking the bait. â âCome on do you truly think Iâm that kind of guy, Y/n?â â He tilted his head to the side with a loud hum. Of course you knew he wasnât that kind of guy. Taking another deep breath, closed you, your eyes again.Â
âIâm not going to do anything I promiseâŠâ â said he whilst slowly moving his hands towards your waist. You held your breath, your muscles pulling together at his touch. You exhaled in stutters, trying to compose yourself. You squeezed your eyes tighter shut at Peterâs body pressing against yours. Biting your lip, felt you his hand sway your hip in a direction. He swayed your other hip in the same direction, bringing some movement in your hips. He started slow, his upper body copying the movement. He started swaying your hips from side to side against his. His movement leading you. Wanting to have some grip, moved you, your hands up his back.
Peter started to mouth the lyrics of the song with a bit of sound. You laughed at that. The beat kicking in as you felt it slip through your body. With your eyes closed, could you focus more on the music. you mouthed out some of the lyrics to your own surprise. Peter opened his mouth in surprise that you were singing along as well. You were even swaying your shoulders, letting your head back a bit. Peter was smirking that you were finally having a bit of fun. He cheered loud, startling you.Â
You shot your head back up, opening your hands with a hand pressed against his chest. Peter chuckled a bit guilty at ruining your dance moment. You were suddenly aware of your surroundings again, pushing Peter a bit back. â âNo one was watching. I promise Y/n.â â you didnât want to hear it, removing his hands from you. â âCan I have my book back now?â â you held your hand out to him. Peter thought for a moment, looking up to the ceiling. â âIf I get to drive you home?â â suggested he, bending a bit down to equal your height. You sputtered words out, caught by surprise. â âWhy would you do that?â
Peter quirked his eyebrow up. â âCause I want to.â â answered he with a smirk. You exhaled deep, crossing your arms. â âToo bad I have to drive my friend home.â â informed you him with quirky smile. â âNot a problem for me at all.â â he curled up a smile that would make any girl go nuts. You kept staring at Peter, trying to figure out his purpose. A loud stumbling pulled your attention. A girl had fallen flat down on the ground, her leg up, laying against the table. Some guys were laughing, pulling their phone out to take pictures of it. Your eyes widened, seeing that it was your friend. Gasping loud, came you running over. Spreading your arms, you wanted to shield them from your friend.Â
They kept laughing and taking pictures as it made you upset. â âY/nâŠâ â groaned your friend out from the floor. Peter came over as well, blocking the view of the guys. â âAlright show me your phoneâs, right now!â â insisted he as you knelt down to help out your friend. â âDelete them now!â â heard you Peter call out in a stern tone. â âYou okay Liz?â â asked you, helping her a bit up. â âI want to go homeâŠâ â said she, almost passing out again. You looked up to Peter, who looked down at you.
He helped you get her up to her feet. â âIâve got it.â â said you once she was on her feet, leaning on you. Your knees were trembling from her weight as you almost laid yourself on the ground. â âIâm driving remember.â â replied he with a wink. He took your friend, moving her arm over his shoulder. Supporting her, took he her full weight on him. You cleared the path, pushing people aside. You swung the door open, leaving the party. Your ears sounded weird as if there was a prop in it. â âMy car is just over there.â â stated you, pointing forwards. Liz made a gaging sound as Peter widened his eyes. She leaned her entire body towards the grass.Â
You rushed to his side, moving that side of her body back up. â âNot here Liz, please not here.â â whispered you at her. Genevieve would be pissed if someone vomited in her front yard. You let go of Liz once near your car. You quickly unlocked it, opening the backdoor to her. Peter helped her sit down and get comfortable. â âThanks, Peter!â â exclaimed you, shutting the door on her. Peter grinned, snatching the car keys from you. â âLike I said, Iâm driving.â â reminded he you. Rolling your eyes at him, let you have his way.
Peter got behind the wheel as you came sitting in the front with him. He started the car, looking over his shoulder to your friend who was mumbling to herself half unconscious. â âWhere to?â â you gave him her address. He started to drive off slowly, making sure she wouldnât puke in your car. â âYou really didnât have to do that.â â said you after a while. â âWell, IâŠâ â he stopped midsentence, moving his butt up. He pulled out your book from his back pocket that clearly had been bugging him whilst sitting on it. â âI believe this is yours.â â said he, handing it to you. You accepted it, tugging it away in your purse. Liz was groaning from the backseat, making you turn your head at her. â âIf you must go, let me now alright.â â you for sure didnât want her to vomit in your car.Â
It wasnât even yours; it was your dadâs car. You would be death if something happened to it. Peter focused on the road as you leaned against your arm, gazing out of the window. Peter bit his lip a bit, gazing at you. You kept pulling his attention towards you. He was admiring you. Liz mumbled some words. â âY/nâŠâ â groaned she out, clutching onto her stomach. You lifted your head a bit up, having dozed a bit off. â âY/nâŠâ â repeated she, suddenly moving her hand to her mouth. You heard her gaging sound, making you widen your eyes. â âStop the car!â â yelled you out.
Peter pulled his attention to the front, hitting the brakes fast. Your body shot a bit forwards as the car came to a stop. Removing the seatbelt from around you, jumped you out of the car. You opened her car door, clicking her seatbelt off. Peter had come out of the car as well, rushing around to your side. You helped Liz out of the car as Peter assisted. Liz swung her arm around, one hand over her mouth. She made way as Peter, and you took a step back. She stumbled to the side of the road, bending down. You rushed to her side, holding her hair out of the way. She emptied her stomach on the side of the road.Â
Peter staring at the road. â âPeter, some tissues!â â ordered you. He got in motion, rushing to your side of the car. He searched in your purse for tissues, coming across your phone. He pushed it aside, finding the tissues. Peter rushed back to you, handing them over. You gave a few to Liz, to wipe her mouth clean. â âThank you, Y/n.â â cried Liz out. You patted her on the back, letting her know it was nothing. Once feeling better, seated Liz herself back in the car.
âSorry you had to see that.â â said you, standing with Peter just behind the car. â âNah itâs all good.â â answered he, his hands tugged inside his jacketâs pockets. â âYour very sweet.â â confessed you, blowing on your hands for some warmth. Peter removed his hands out of his pocket, grabbing for yours. He pulled you closer to him, tugging your hands in his pockets. You glanced up to him in wonder. â âYou might think you donât stand out⊠but you do to me, Y/n.â â your lips parted a bit, gaping at him. â âPeterâŠâ â whispered you out. He leaned down with his head, closer to yours. You would normally freak out for doing this, but the way Peter was gazing at you, made you beg for it. Biting your lip a bit, swallowed you gently. Peterâs eyes scanned your entire face, flashing up and down.Â
He came leaning in closer, the space between the two of you thinning out. You started to reach up to him as well, getting on the tips of your toes. How much space was there even? You were craving, wondering what it would feel like to kiss him. To have his lips on yours. You let your eyes go down to his lips, feeling his breath intertwine with yours. Slowly closing your eyes, knew you that it was close. His lips were inches away from yours. They started to tingle with craving for his taste.
Peter leaned in a bit more his lips almost touching yours. - âY/n!â â your eyes shut open, staggering back from Peter. Peter was startled as well by Lizâs loud voice. â âY/n!â â called she out, wanting to have you near her. You looked at Peter for a moment, before leaving his side to go over to her. Peter scratched his fingers in his hair, exhaling deep as if he needed the tension to leave his body. Liz looked miserable, telling you she wanted her bed. You nodded, crawling in the backseat with her. Peter got back in the car as well, looking at you through the front mirror. Liz had wrapped her arms around you, her head laying on your stomach. Peter started the car again, driving off. You shushed Liz, stroking her forehead. It kept your mind of the almost kiss with Peter. You felt guilty for being a bit upset at Liz for interrupting.Â
You knew she didnât mean to or had no idea of what was going on. Yet, you wondered what it would be like if she hadnât interrupted it. Peter staid silent for the rest of the ride. He dropped your friend carefully at home. You opened the car door, coming to sit beside him again. â âHow will you go home now?â â wondered you. If he had dropped you off, was he stranded at your place. He smiled. â âIâll walk.â â said he, making you gape at him. â âI canât let you do that!âÂ
âYou⊠you can crash on our sofa. Itâs way too late for you to walk home.â â Peter nodded, not arguing with you. He drove over to your house. He staid behind you as you informed your parents about the situation. He was more then welcome to crash the night. Peter sat down in the sofa as you provided him with a blanket. â âIf you need anything just text me.â â Peter accepted the blanket of you, humming softly. You wanted to leave when Peter grabbed your wrist, holding you in place. His head went slowly up to you. He didnât need words for you to understand what he meant. You nodded, pressing your lips on one another. Peter smiled, laying himself down as he let go of your hand. You took a deep breath, making your way upstairs. On your way to your room, got you a text. It made you smile as it was from Peter. You replied to it, getting into bed.
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Imagine...
âŠHelping Peter study for his exams.
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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 wouldnât 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 thatâs 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; youâd both got jobs back home, youâd both graduated with brilliant degrees, and you had been by each otherâs sides the whole time.
A wave of nostalgia hit you as you heard Peterâs 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.
âCome on pretty girl!â 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.
âThereâs my pretty girl,â he pulled you into a hug as he spoke and kissed the top of your head. âLetâs go find a house.â
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.Â
âYou make me happy,â you told him as he stopped at a red light. âLike really happy.â
His smile melted you for the trillionth time that morning. âAs if that wasnât obvious the past seven years.â
You rolled your eyes making him laugh.
âYou make me happy too Y/N, more than youâll ever know,â 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 couldnât 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 â 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.
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I am starting to write imagines. Requests are open.đ
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
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Netflix Masterlist
I just felt like I have enough from these originals, specifically from Netflix, to reorganize and give them their own list. Bridgerton is left off of here because it is on my Period Drama Masterlist. This may also include other steaming services, we'll see.
Yes, I'm making this cause I'm bored. No, I will not apologize. I also expect to have quite a bit here and I was hoping to get things put together. Not gonna lie, definitely going to be mostly Stranger Things and Outer Banks here.
Stranger Things
Steve Harrington x Reader
The Best MedicineÂ
Eddie Munson x Reader
Freak Out
Outer Banks
JJ Maybank x Reader
Night Swim
John Booker Routledge x Reader
Young Volcanoes
Pogue Reader
Found Family
Narcos
Javier Pena x Reader
Leaving a Mark
Fire Meet Gasoline (Series):Â Part One
Chilling Adventures of Sabrina
Harvey Kinkle x Reader
The Nightmare Before Christmas
Netflix Original Movies
Triple Frontier
Frankie âCatfishâ Morales x Reader
When He Came Home
Make-Up Date
To All the Boys I've Loved Before
Peter Kavinsky x Reader
1 Not Part of the Plan
2 Afraid of the Unexpected
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College Kavinsky 1.0
This story is based on 3 years post college admissions (So heâs 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 đ„°
Iâm sensitive about my shit but i hope you like itÂ
Warnings: curse words, slight vulgarity.
GIF credits below
âWhereâs Y/N, whereâd she go?â Peter asked, looking around for you he was hoping for an opportunity to talk to you, seeing your last interaction was a bit awkward.Â
âOh she left?â Ivy (your roommate)Â
âWhy?â he asks taking a sip of his beerÂ
âOh that's because Cameron (Ivyâs boyfriend) said it was invite onlyâ Ivy answersÂ
Tonight the Fraternity was throwing a party, post new chapter president, vice president, treasurer, secretary, and social chair as the previous seniors had graduated.Â
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 Cameronâs efforts in assisting his pledge brother and best friend in chapter activities.Â
âCAM WHAT THE HELL?!â He asked giving Cameron an incredulous lookÂ
âSorry shit I didnât even think about it.â 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.Â
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 didnât 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.Â
~Flashback~
âWhy didnât you say something back?âÂ
âI did, I said thank youâ âYou were supposed to say oh thanks i like your watch your chain i donât fucking know follow up with something!â you open your mouth to protest but she continues âWhat do guys like?âÂ
You shrug âCars, sports, fishingâ you shrug not understanding her questionÂ
âSo a guy complimenting your shoes would mean?âÂ
âHe thinks they are coolâ you feel the thud of the pillow hit your body âHEY!âÂ
âYou are impossible! I am setting you up with one of the finest men on campus! And you fumble the damn playâÂ
You roll your eyes and huff looking up to the ceiling âI think you are looking into this too muchâÂ
âI AM NOT!â she stresses
âIvanna, why would Peter want me?âÂ
âWHY WOULDNâT HE LOOK AT YOU! YOUâRE HOT IN FACTâ she moves closer âMANY GUYS HAVE ASKED ME ABOUT YOU ESPECIALLY WHEN WE GO OUT TOGETHER!â she grabs your shoulders, shaking you a bit hoping to shake some sort of sense in your brain.Â
You hold a look of confusion âwhat?â you respond slightly above a whisper
âYES PEOPLE HAVE ASKED ME ABOUT YOU!â she takes in a deep breath to calm down realizing she was a bit too passionate âGuys have asked me if you have a boyfriend , can I hook them up, but I didnât because they are fuck boys. Peter is notâ
âSo Peter asked you to hook us up?â âNO!â she responds quickly hoping she didnât give away her scheme
Your brow quirks âokay so what makes you believe that he likes me?â âA girl knows thingsâ âUh-Huhâ you smirk and walk away to grab the wine bottle.Â
âSo next time you see himâYou interrupt âIf there is a next timeâ
âOh there will be trust meâ You roll your eyes âyou need to work that charmâ
You squeal âOwâ you say in response to her pinching your sideÂ
âAnd you need to work your charm, tu entiendes?âÂ
âSI! Damn!âÂ
âGREATâ she smiles
âSo can we discuss the party now? How was it?â âActually it was okayâ She shrugs boring kinda because it was like a meeting with beer and food and games involved.Â
âOhâÂ
âYeaâ she says snuggling into your side and focuses on the movie ahead.Â
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 youâve 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.Â
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.Â
âYou have to come to the party!â Ivy insistsÂ
âIvy, itâs gonna be a lot of peopleâ âSO!?âÂ
âSooo, .......ugh......... I will comeâ you finally give in after she begged you for 2 days to go after your initial ânoâ
âYAY! Lets go shopping!âÂ
âOkay!â
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).Â
âReady?!â Ivy asks you taking the last sip of her chaser âAs I will ever be!â you respondÂ
She smiles and links arms together as you both walk out to meet your uber driver (A/N:Â donât drink and drive)Â
As you pull up to the house the line extends way beyond what you initially thought.Â
âOMG! Ivyâ 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? Isnât there like a fire code or something? When the lines were small the house was packed you canât even imagine all of them fitting.
âI know how it looks but trust me itâs gonna be fun!â she beams at you âLet me text CameronâÂ
In a few minutes he appears from the front âHI BABY!â she jumps in his arms âLook who I convinced to comeâ they both look at you
âY/N! Glad you made itâ he says giving you a side hug
âYea, thanks for the invite.â 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 wasnât your thing,Â
âCome on!â 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.Â
âAlright last meeting!â You hear as you feel Ivy pull you back âWe know the mission?â Mark the president commentsÂ
They respond âEPIC PARTY, EPIC FRAT HOUSE! TOP FRATERNITY OF STANFORD!â They cheer âLETS GOOO!!!â you look around and see Peter joining the cheering
âAND PLEASE NO GIRLS IN THE ROOMS I DONâT CARE HOW MUCH YOUR DICKS GET HARD SEND THEM HOME!â Sean the Vice President adds in making them all laughÂ
âHere 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.Â
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 didnât care anymore you were having your own mini party in the very distant corner of the living room which didnât have any couches? How come you just realized? Actually all the seating was missing.Â
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 kitchenÂ
âSPEAK OF THE DEVIL! Y/N!âÂ
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
âOH I HAVE IâVE BEEN AROUND!â âTHIS IS OUR FIRST TIME SEEING YOU WEâVE SEEN IVY LIKE A BILLION TIMESâ You roll your eyes âWE ARE NOT ATTACHED AT THE HIPâ and you werenât you didnât 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 âwhat are you drinking?â you ask Ivy
âOh girl i donât knowâ she takes a sip âbeer?â she takes another âi think i mixed beer with punchâ You make a face âewâ
âGross right?â you nod âToo drunk to careâ 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.Â
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 âlike your tits, let me suck your pussyâ 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 wouldnât mind hell you havenât 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.Â
You push yourself off the wall, stand in line for way too long for the restroom and head towards the front.Â
âY/N!â you hear Ivy and God did you roll your eyesÂ
âYEA!â you fake a smile
âWHERE YOU GOING?âÂ
You notice Peter and Sean, and what seemed to be Peterâs interest for the night walking up
âOH I UMM WAS GONNA GO TO CRISPYâÂ
âOOOOH YESSS!â She pinches your sideÂ
You squeal again âOW WHAT THE FUCK IVANNA!â She squints and looks at you âYOU WERE GONNA GO WITHOUT ME??âÂ
âI TEXTED YOU!â You feel yourself getting angryÂ
She pulls out her phone âOH SHIT YOU DID, SORRY FRIEND!â She throws her arms around you
âWHATâS CRISPY?â Sean asks
âYOU DONâT KNOW? THEY HAVE THE BEST BURGERS LETS GO!â she says rallying up the small group.Â
God no, this canât 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.Â
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
âThis is the time to make your moveâ she whispers in your ear You scoff âPlease not this againâ âWhat?â she looks at you and then back at the guys
âIvy, he brought a girl, what are you even?âÂ
She interrupts you âOlivia? Thatâs Seanâs girlfriend!âÂ
You blush âohâ âYou thought that was some girl he liked?â
âIt look...â She interrupted again âWell you are wrongâ
âWhat you two whispering about over there?!â Cameron asksÂ
âNOTHING!â 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.Â
âHi, how many?â the host asks âHi Hannah!â you greet
âY/N!, Omg i havenât seen you in like foreverâ the older lady comments âI know class and allâ She puts her hand on her chest âI get it girlâ
âWe have 6â âOoooo I wonât be able to sit you guys for like an hour. But if you want thereâs 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?âÂ
âYes itâs perfect!â Ivy responds. âAnd Iâm starrrvviinggâ 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 wouldnât even be mad.
âPeter take care of her!âÂ
âScouts honorâ he responds in a calm mannerÂ
âOkay great here are the menus thereâs a pair in the middle and and then on each side of the bar, I thinkâÂ
âDibs on middle!â 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.
âNo problem, so whatâs good to eat here Y/L/N?â Y/L/N you like that nickname âOh umm thereâs a lot actually!â 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. âThey have like gourmet burgers and then the classicsâÂ
âWhat do you get?â he asks You go to answer but are interrupted by the waitress âHey guys what can I get you?â You two donât say much, keeping the conversation light until the food comes out
âMMMMâ He moans, throwing his head back.Â
âItâs good rightâÂ
âI canât believe I didnât know about this place, shit where have I been?âÂ
âUnder a rockâ you respond sarcastically. He chuckles in responseÂ
Itâs quiet for a while as you two eat, he then looks down at your shoes and smiles.Â
âSo why you giving me the cold shoulder Y/L/Nâ he asks looking at you dead onÂ
Your jaw drops as you watch him pick up one of your fries and plops it in his mouthÂ
âI have not!âÂ
âYou were giving me the cold shoulder not too long agoâ He adds picking up another fryÂ
âI was notâ you blush
He smirks and takes one last bite of his burger âSo what was it then?âÂ
You blush some more and say âI thought you were just complimenting my shoes and...â you pause to thinkÂ
He quirks his brow âAnd?âÂ
You respond in a soft tone almost whispering âI just didnât think you... were... interestedâÂ
He scoffs amused âWell I am!â he confirms as he eats another one of your fries
âDo you want my fries?â you ask âYes they are soo good!âÂ
âYou can eat my leftover burger full nowâ you offer pushing the plate towards him âNiceâ Perfect reason to have boys around they finish your foodÂ
After he finishes he finally speaks âSo now that you know I am interestedâ You blush âCan we get this show on the road, tired of looking at you from afarâ âSureâ you blush
âCome hereâ he pulls you closer and angles your swivel stool to face him while both his legs cage you inÂ
âWhat would you like to know about me Peter?â you askÂ
âEverythingâ You blush and look âI love your smileâ âMan youâre laying it in thickâÂ
He chuckles, throwing his head back âNah I just wanna know more, you know?âÂ
âYou gotta ask so I know what to tell you?â âAny love interests?â âNo? MaybeâÂ
âLast boyfriend?â â3 years ago?â âWhyâd you break up?â âLong story short he cheatedâ âFavorite TV Show?â âBobâs Burgersâ
âNiceâÂ
âSiblingsâ
âNoneâ âOnly child wowâ you blush pushing the hair behind your earÂ
You two continue and eventually you loosen up and ask him the same if not similar questionsÂ
âWhat?â 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.Â
He smirked and pulled you even closer, hands caressing your outer things, your eyes widened a bit as he leaned in. âI said, if I asked you out what would you say?â âOh!â you giggle âYes duhâÂ
âYou guys want anything else?âÂ
âWant dessert?â He asks you âUh no Iâm goodâ you say not wanting to look like a gluttonÂ
âWe are goodâÂ
âAlright together or separate checksâÂ
âTogether!â he responds quickly reaching in his back pocket for his wallet
âOh I was gonna..â you say reaching for your bag Â
He stops you âConsider this our first unofficial first date and if you pull out your card I swear to god Y/L/NâÂ
You stop midway âThanks Peterâ you say sheepishlyÂ
âDonât mention it, so about that first dateâ âWhat are you two love birds talking about?â Olivia teases
He smiles at her âprivate things, what's up?â he asks straightening, up looking across to see that Cam, Ivy, and Sean were making their way towards you two
âOooh private thingsâ She throws her arm around Peter, and caresses his face and you realize the uncomfortable expressionÂ
âYou guys done?â âYea we gotta go back bro, it's been 2 hours cleaning helping get home all that Frat house shitâÂ
âOh shit I forgotâÂ
âBecause youâre busy flirting your balls off!â Sean adds
âFuck offâ Sean âready?â he asks youÂ
âOh yeaâ you say standing up
You guys walk in pairs now you two being in the middleÂ
âSo about that official first dateâ he asks lowly not wanting anyone else to hearÂ
âOh yea I would love toâ you look up at himÂ
âYes! I need your numberâ He said handing you his phone. He smiles down at you and throws his hands around your shoulders pulling you in.Â
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 canât read her expression, it was odd though âText me when you get home safeâ âAwww Peterâ Olivia comes over and pinches his cheek. He rolls his eyes shrugging her off âwhat about me do you care if I make it home safe?âÂ
He gives her a deadpan look âof course i do livâ he responds sarcasticallyÂ
You smile and rub his arms âIâll text you Peterâ you say looking up at him he smiles and kisses your cheek.
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TO ALL THE BOYS I'VE LOVED BEFORE MASTERLIST
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Tu l'invites Ă sortir mais tu es trop timide
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Long Day | Peter Kavinsky
request: hi! can you please do an imagine for peter kavinsky where heâs had a long day and falls asleep on you thanks
hope you enjoy this and let me know if you want more
words: 551
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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.Â
he hadnât texted her yet but she didnât 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 didnât blame him for taking a moment to himself. she just hoped he was okay.
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peter let himself into the (y/l/n) residence, with the key given to him by y/nâs 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.Â
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.
âbloody hell you scared the shit out of me,â he chuckled and kissed the top of her head before putting his bag down at the end of her bed, âa little warning next time would be greatâ she pouted.
âsorry princess, i just wanted you, didnât stop to think i guessâ 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.
âshh my love, everything itâs going to be okay.â she whispered.
the pair sat quietly listening to the other breathe, purely living in the moment and in each otherâs 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.Â
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 :)Â
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.Â
im still going to come out with new ones if i can though so be patient with me âĄ
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to all the boys i've loved before masterlist
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statues and stories | p.k.
To All The Boys - Peter Kavinsky x Reader, fluff requested
word count: 813
song: statues and stories - adam guettel | đŠ
A/N:Â 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:Â 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?Â
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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