#john ambrose x lara jean

[to-all-the-boys]

watching to all the boys i've loved before: how could lara jean and peter not choose each other

watching p.s. i still love you: how could lara jean and peter choose each other

[poppletonink]

BOOK REVIEW: To All The Boys I've Loved Before - Jenny Han

★★★★★ - 5 stars

"If love is like a possession, maybe my letters are like my exorcisms. My letters set me free. Or at least they’re supposed to."

Jenny Han's To All The Boys I've Loved Before is a tale of love, heartbreak and the chaotic nature of being a teenager. As Lara Jean Covey, our shy and socially awkward daydreamer, enters her junior year of high school, she combats the chaos that her life becomes when the love letters that she never intended to send reach their recipients. Combining the tropes of fake dating with the law of opposites attract, the relationship Jenny Han weaves between Lara Jean and Peter is astoundingly and unexpectedly adorable. Peter Kavinsky is a sporty, popular boy who is a genuinely kind-hearted person and Lara Jean is a bookish introvert who bakes and lives in a daydream... yet, they work. Mostly because who wouldn't want to be written notes every day by your adorable fake boyfriend and chased down the corridor (in Harry Potter and Marvel costumes obviously) on Halloween? Not only is this book a perfectly adorable romance, but it's a discussion of grief and the detrimental impact that loss can have upon a family. The relationship between the three Covey sisters - Lara Jean, Margot and Kitty respectively - is at the heart of the book and adds to the coming-of-age feel that flows through the pages. Alongside all of her romantic drama, Lara Jean is concerned with trying to set a good example for her younger sister Kitty in the absence of Margot being at university and their mother having passed away. Through the Covey sisters, Jenny Han highlights the importance of family and the ways in which we impact upon those we love dearly even with the smallest, heartfelt things we do. To all of you out there who dream of the perfect romance; of love letters; and fit into the band of socially awkward introverts - this book is for you.

[northuldraa]

And then John Ambrose McClaren says one last thing, a thing that makes my heart swell. “I don’t think it was our time then. I guess it isn’t now, either.” John looks over at me, his gaze steady. “But one day maybe it will be.”

[amazingspidermans]

what kind of absolute fool would choose noah centineo over jordan fisher like lara jean you need to re-evaluate yourself

[namtan]

TO ALL THE BOYS: P.S. I STILL LOVE YOU (2020)

[notebookmusical]

“I don’t think it was our time then. I guess it isn’t now, either.” John looks over at me, his gaze steady. “But one day maybe it will be.”

for @alessoninvengeance 🤍 

[megahologram]

Jealousy| John Ambrose

A/N: I wrote this only because I loved that piano scene and my boy John deserved way better.

Warning(s): strong language, kissing (if that counts as a warning)

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You watched them talk from a distance, putting away the dried-out plants in the useless pile, you signed in defeat. Lara was your best friend, you, her and Josh grew up together, the three of you were the ultimate trio.  You loved her with all your heart but at that moment, you couldn’t help yourself to stop the fire of jealously that rose in your chest. Or that could’ve just been the tacos you ate for lunch.

You had never told Lara about the mini crush you had on John. To be completely honest, you had almost forgotten about him. Almost gotten over him but after seeing him for the first time in years in Belleview, all those feelings came back. If it was even possible, he had gotten more charming over the years. Every interaction you had with him after that day screamed you to get away. The devil, or angel, you couldn’t figure out who, but one of them always screamed to end your feelings, that in the end, he was just going to break your heart…like everyone else. These voices started after the first day of interacting with him. When Lara feel down by the mini gumballs, he came to help her up. He seemed to remember her but when it came to you, his words, which are glued in your brain, “and you are?” It wasn’t that he was being rude, in fact he tried to say it in the sweetest way he possibly could, with that signature smile on his face, it turned to shock in seconds when you told him your name. Thankfully he did remember you.

Your eyes were still glued to them, seeing their interaction as he walked over to grab an envelope, ‘must have been Lara Jean’s love letter’ you thought as he placed it in her hands. Lara took the letter from his hands, walking out as you saw John smiling.

“um a little help please” you said quietly. John turned his head, facing you as he quickly nodded his head, “yeah sorry” he added, making his way over to grab more of the plants that had died.

It had been a few minutes of you two working quietly, Lara had still not gotten back and to be honest, you weren’t the best conversation starter. “so y/n” John started, carrying a few boxes and placing it in the donation pile.

“yes John”

Though you didn’t notice, he blushed slightly, hearing you say his name. Letting out a light cough, he continued, “your very different then when I last remember you”

“really…how so?” you asked, turning to face him.

“well for one, your gorgeous” he answered, smiling lightly. You playfully shoved him, both of you laughing in the process, “I’m serious, you are seriously stunning, like y-you have always been stunning but now looking at you, you’ve gotten even more stunning…”

Blushing at his words, you chuckled when you noticed he couldn’t stop blabbering. “I think we should get some work done,” you said as he nodded, agreeing with you. “and then you can tell me how stunning I am” you teased as he threw a dirty rag at you.

--

A few weeks volunteering, you had grew closer to John. Though you would always feel overshadowed by Lara. There were times when it felt as if he’d forget you were in the same room when she was around. You signed as you looked around the party you were in. You were standing by the corner of the room, Chris was by the stairs with Trevor, Lara was talking to Lucas and you didn’t feel like intruding. Chris had forced you to come to the party, otherwise you would’ve been in your comfy bed, watching your favourite show.

A few minutes passed when you noticed Lara finally leaving Lucas’s side. Giving you the opportunity to finally go over and find someone to talk to. Don’t get me wrong, you and Lara were best friends, but sometimes you knew when she needed her own space.

“hey Lucas” you smiled as you leaned against the counter, mimicking him.

“hey girl” he replies, turning his head to the side to face you. “what’s up? How come you didn’t join us?”

You knew what he was talking about, you smile lightly faded and you forced it upon yourself, in hopes that he wouldn’t have noticed. But you were wrong. “I guess I just..didn’t wanna intrude” you whisper so only he would hear. Though the music in the background made it slightly difficult.

Lucas rolled his eyes, “didn’t wanna intrude, seriously?”

You stayed quite, “okay, spill” he says firmly, making you turn your head to face him. About to question, you knew if you could tell anyone about your problem, it was Lucas.

Letting out a breathe you didn’t realize you were holding, you start talking, “I like John”

Lucas raises an eyebrow, “John?” he questions.

“John Ambrose McClaren” you finished.

Lucas chokes on the ice cream sandwich he was eating. “you like McClaren” he gasps dramatically.

It was your turn to roll your eyes. “yes I like him. I always did since middle school.”

“Does Lara Jean know?”

“no, I never told her.” You start playing with your hands, unable to continue the conversation.

“why not, if you liked him since middle scho-”

“I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. She and Gen broke off cause of a boy and I didn’t want the same thing to happen to us, so I never told her.”

“And you think she won’t find out”

You completely ignore his statement and continue rambling, “you know, sometimes when it’s just me and him, he makes me feel like I’m the most beautiful girl he knows. And then when Lara comes along, it’s like he forgot I even existed. I don’t want to hate her, I really don’t but he makes it so difficult every time I see him with her. I wish he talked to me the way he talks to her. I wish he would see me the way I see him.”

You place your head on the counter in defeat. You feel Lucas hand on your shoulder, rubbing it in comfort. “I’m sorry, I really don’t know what to tell you. All I know is, you’ve got to tell Lara the truth. Before she finds out another way”

You nod your head, knowing he was right. “too late” you hear a faint whisper, causing both you and Lucas to turn around. You see Lara standing there, shook. She turns her heal, jogging her way to the door.

“Lara please just listen to me” you shout, following her track.

“Listen to what, how you lied to me. All these years you lied to me.” Lara tried to turn back but you didn’t let her, “I didn’t want to lose you. Especially not over a boy. He wasn’t as nearly as important to me then our friendship”

You notice Lara let out a tear with your words. “You know I would’ve never been angry, I wouldn’t have ever let our friendship go over a reason like that.”

You nodded your head, feeling ashamed you lied to your friend all these years. “do you still like him?” she asks, to which you simply nod your head. “do you?” you ask.

The question causes her to look up at you instantly. “no, of course not. I love Peter”

--

“Whose ever idea it was to invite everyone to dig up the time capsule, is-“ your voice trailed off as Lara gave you a death glare, to which you immediately changed your answer, “is a genius, I mean everyone back after years right?”

“I have to agree, get idea Lara Jean” John comments, smiling at her.

You frowned as your gaze fell on Peter also carried the same jealous expression as you. Not even two minutes later, everyone including Gen had shown up. You all were now sitting in the treehouse, in a circle, opening the time capsule. One by one, everyone started collecting their items they put in the capsule. Chris finally took out a little black book and your eyes turned to horror as you jogged to grab it. Placing your head in your hands, you cringed at your younger self. “what is it?” Lara questioned.

“it’s a little book of poems I used to write”

Everyone laughed as you started reading some in your head, “that’s really cute” John says.

You smile, blushing at his words. You lift your gaze up and your heart shatters, realizing he wasn’t talking to you but Lara. Guess you were too lost in your book that you didn’t hear the conversation that was talking place. Unable to top the tears that built up in your eyes, you decided that was your cue to leave.

Quickly wiping your eyes before anyone noticed, which failed because Gen had her eyes focused on you. You stood up, grabbing your belongings and quickly making your way down.

“y/n, where’re you going?” John asks as you started making your way down the stairs.

“leaving” you reply quietly, as you hear a few other people agreeing with you, stating it was their time to leave as well.

You started speed walking to your car, mentally noting that Lara could go with Peter and you really couldn’t stay another minute with John in the same room. The tears that you had wiped off started coming back, and all you could do was continue to wipe them off.

“y/n wait, just stop” John cries behind you. The voice only caused your feet to stride faster.

Just a few steps away from your car, you were stopped by a gentle touch on your wrist. Knowing who it was, you didn’t want to turn around or let him see you cry. Wiping the tears with your other hand, you turned around aggressively, which seemed to surprise him. Probably because you have never been that aggressive with anyone, especially not towards him.

But the anger and hurt that you felt all these weeks, just started building up and today was your breaking point. “are you okay?” he asks with hesitation in his voice, trying to gather the right words.

“no John, I’m not okay. And right now I just need you to leave me alone” You had never meant to shout but him constantly trying to get you to talk was getting on your nerves.

“I don’t understand what the problem is. I mean did I do something wrong, cause everything was fine a few minutes ago.”

You cursed in your head at how oblivious he is. Why can’t he see the undeniable feeling of jealousy you have right now.

“yes, its you, okay. You’re the problem, you’ve always been the problem. And I try so hard to ignore it but you make it so goddamn difficult. Just leave me alone” and with that, you hop in your car, driving off. Leaving John just standing there, incredibly confused.

--

The next day, you were supposed to volunteer at Belleview and as much as you didn’t want to go, especially since Lara wasn’t coming today. You forced yourself to go. You were in the basement, clearing up the last junk you had found. It was peaceful but was blessed by the beautiful sound of a piano. Signing loudly, you knew who was playing it.

A few moments of war just inside your head, whether or not you should go there, you decided you had to.

Making your way quietly towards the sound, you stood behind him, his back was facing you as he sat on the stool, his fingers carefully falling on the keys perfectly. You just stood there and admired him when he seemed to acknowledge your presence, his fingers continued to play as he spoke his next words, “you have quiet the ability to remain sneakily silent”

“I didn’t know you still played” you answer.

“I never stopped” he whispers, turning his head, signalling you to sit beside him. Carefully making your way, you sat beside him as he moved slightly, giving you space.

“I used to love playing” you say, remembering how much fun you had playing the piano.

“why did you stop” he asks, your gaze falling to his hands, that never stopped hitting the keys.

You opened your mouth, with a little hesitation though continued, “I guess after you left, my passion for playing left too. You were kind of my inspiration”

He smiled, blushing slightly as he gently grabbed your hands. Guiding to a few keys, he showed which keys to play. In a matter of seconds, you started playing the notes he taught you, following your pace as he started playing as well.

“remember in middle school. At lunch, we used to hang around the music room and I would show you how to play”

You laughed, “of course I remember. You were the only reason I started playing in the first place.”

He smiled facing you as you stared back, your heartbeat raising just by the look he gave you. “I’m sorry” You confess, your gaze returning to the fingers that played on the keys of the piano.

“for what, exactly?” John absently asks, pushing the keys of the piano. The sound echoing through the room.

“for shouting at you yesterday. I let my emotions get the best of me.” You admit, flustered as you thought back to your behaviour the previous day.

Meeting your gaze, he lets out a sign as he stopped playing. “I’m not going to lie, it hurt.” His hands fell on his lap, while his gaze dropped to the keys in front of him. “But most of all, I don’t understand what I did wrong?”

You closed your eyes, letting out a breath as you replayed the scene over your head. You let your jealously get the best of you, causing you to react in a way. You were unsure how you were going to explain that to John.

“I got jealous” you whisper in hopes he didn’t hear you.

“Jealous of what?” You watched his eyebrows furrow in confusion. Surely this was going to be new news to him.

Signing once more, your head fell to your lap, playing with your hands as you figure out your next words, “of you and Lara.”

“I’m sorry y/n but I don’t understand why you would be jealous o-“

“I guess I wanted you to act the same way you do around her, to me”

He was silent, and you understood that he still had not figured what you were talking about. “I like you” you express quickly, feeling the huge weight leave your shoulders.

“I like you too, y/n?”

You chuckle in pain as you hear the confusion in his voice. You finally lift your gaze off your lap to his, that were already watching you.

A few seconds, you watched his face turn into realization, “oh-“ he replied, his gaze falling to everything in the room except you.

Considering that as your cue to leave, you got off the stool, turning to leave. Your feet came to a halt as you felt a hand on your wrist. Hearing shuffling behind you, you finally felt his hand leave. His hands fell on your shoulder, turning you around to face him.

Unable to look at him, you looked down in hopes he’d let you go. “look at me” he whispers, “please.”

Your eyes go up, finally landing on his own. ‘If your going to give me a pity excuse and sorry, I really don’t wanna he-“ Your words stop the moment launched his lips onto yours. Your breath hitched in your throat, your brain was unable to process what was happening. And before it got a chance to, he slowly pulled away.

He must have got the wrong interpretation because he was quick to start apologizing, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-“ You couldn’t stop yourself from grabbing his collar and placing his lips on yours. You felt him smile into the kiss, his hands slowly trailing their way from your shoulder to your waist, gently pulling you closer to him.

Your own hands travelled towards his neck, wrapping them around as you both pulled yourselves dangerously close, if that was even possible. The kiss was slow and passionate, both your lips moved in sync. You felt your heart racing as his hands slid to your hips, pushing you closer against him. You licked his bottom lip for entrance, to which he gladly accepted. Your fingers played with the hairs on the back of his neck, lightly pulling them, causing him to get out a groan. A sound which you instantly fell in love with.

Though you knew you both would’ve continued, you were forced to stop when you hear a cough coming from beside you. Both you and John pulled away instantly. Both of you started fixing yourself, trying to look as presentable as possible as you turned to see who had interrupted.

Stormy stood then with the biggest smile on her face. One where she did not even try to hide. “martini anyone.” She asks, laughing as she made her way back upstairs.

“so…you wanna try that again?” John asks, smiling when he notices you blushing.

And with that, he pulled you in for another kiss.

[ricekristietreat]

"We broke so easily. Like it was nothing. Like we were nothing. Does it mean it was never meant to be in the first place? That we were an accident of fate? If we were meant to be, how could we both walk away just like that? I guess the answer is, we weren't."

- Lara Jean Covey, P.S. I Still Love You

pg. 249

[uv-ray-writes]

She should have picked John Ambrose

[epiphanyeditx]

𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 ✨

[clarythericebot]

if i had a peso for every ship i adored who took Model UN, I'd have 2 pesos. which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice

[to-all-the-boys]

i'm rereading tatbilb 2 (ps i still love you) and john ambrose mcclaren you are a treasure. you are a gem. you are a sweetheart you are a wonderful darling angel boy you are the most wonderful man lara jean could possibly have asked for. i am so sorry she broke your heart but i personally would never ever do that if u were real

[chicaspowerful]

Header to all the boys: p.s. i still love you

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[philippagordon]

WHY DID THEY CHANGE LARA JEAN'S LETTER TO JOHN???? Where did that Halloween thing come from? There was just no...need...for that. Would it have been so hard to shoot a scene of them running in the rain while John helps Lara Jean pick up soccer balls and holds her bag for her and says "come on LJ" with a grin huh? Was it that hard? Idk this moment meant a lot to me in the books, it was so romantic and so John Ambrose it was like the symbol of their relationship to me. Also LJ states multiple times that it was the most romantic thing that ever happened to her. Until the snowball scene but let's not talk about that.

[retvenkos]

heart // john ambrose mcclaren

To All The Boys: P.S. I Still Love You - John Ambrose McClaren x Lara Jean, One-Sided John Ambrose McClaren x Reader, slight fluff, slight angst

Summary: He lifted a textbook and pulled out a letter, slapping it on the table. You looked at it and laughed, after a moment taking in gingerly into your hands. “Did someone write you a love letter, John Ambrose?” / “Yeah, actually.”

“John Abrose McClaren. What is wrong?” You closed you textbook and looked at your best friend. He had been uncharacteristically quiet the entire time you had been studying together, and he had barely taken any notes for your upcoming exam.

It wasn’t like him to get distracted while doing school work - that was usually your gig.

You would be going through your textbooks when you would notice how his brow would crease when looking at a particularly challenging math formula, and you would find yourself staring until John Ambrose looked at you, an eyebrow raised and a teasing smile on his face. You would lie and say that you were thinking of some memory or the other, one where the two of you were together.

In reality, you were thinking of a possible future - one where you and John Ambrose were side by side, just like you were now.

It wasn’t like John Ambrose to be lost in thought, his mind far away from where he currently was. You wondered what was going in that brain of his, that mind you had always so admired.

“Johnny?”

Your nickname brought him out of his stupor, his eyes clearing and finally registering what was in front of him. “Huh?” His voice was groggy and he cleared it, awkwardly. “Yeah?”

You waggled your eyebrows at him, jokingly. “Thinking about someone?”

John Ambrose spluttered at your comment, embarrassment flooding his features. He tried to defend himself and you started to laugh at him. 

“I was just joking, Johnny, but I clearly hit the mark.” You smiled, but felt a tugging at your heart. Who had captured his thoughts? Was it a stretch to say they had also caught his heart? “Who’s the lucky person?”

John Ambrose looked at you, as though trying to judge your reaction. You gave him your kindest, sweetest smile and he rolled his eyes. “Fine, I’ll tell you.”

He lifted a textbook and pulled out a letter, slapping it on the table. You looked at it and laughed, after a moment taking in gingerly into your hands. “Did someone write you a love letter, John Ambrose?”

“Yeah, actually.”

Your heart stopped. You looked at John and he was smiling sheepishly, one hand rubbing the back of his neck. You turned to the letter again.

Lara Jean Covey.

You felt yourself sinking into the ground, but you did your best to keep your head up. “Lara Jean... you always did have a crush on her...”

He chuckled, and the sound of it made your heart ache.

“I guess she liked me back.”

[namtan]

TO ALL THE BOYS: P.S. I STILL LOVE YOU (2020)