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[salembehindbars]

When the song is really good but editors insist on editing the worst part.

[pinkacademic]

Classic PA Fashion Archetype: The Rom-Com Girl

This is inspired heavily by Zooey Deschanel, whose character from 500 Days of Summer reinvented fashion. Jess from New Girl is also absolutely on this list too- I used to love her outfits. My biggest inspiration has to be Lara Jean Covey who has thee cutest outfits in cinema, fight me.

Rom-Com Fashion Elements

Colours: primary colours and/or pastels. Lara Jean’s outfits consist largely of soft blue and pink, but often feature a red rose. Summer wears soft blue frequently. The poster for Isn’t It Romantic features Rebel Wilson in a flirty, sunshine yellow top.

The Red Dress: Jess from New Girl is the poster child for this. Lara Jean wears one in the first date scene from PS I still Love You. Rachel’s in Crazy Rich Asians doesn’t go down well, but she looked fabulous in it!

Flowers and Hearts: remind everyone at all times that you’re in a rom-com with a flowery slipdress that Jenna Rink might wear, Lara Jean’s heart-patterned dress, Rose Tyler’s pink dress, or Bianca’s floral pink cardigan.

“Quirky” Elements: cute jumpers that make you think of Ms Frizzle, brightly coloured or patterned tights with a cute skirt, and we are never escaping the nerd glasses. If it looks like a One Direction Imagine from 2012, you’re doing it right.

Absurd Shoes: this is anything that would look good on a Bratz doll- big, chunky platforms, heels high enough to tank the economy, and somehow you will be able to do a full dance number in them. These days, there are more and more trainers or combat boots in Rom-Com-Landia but the classics aren’t dying anytime soon.

[bethaven]

#23 XO Kitty

Plot: Kitty have been in a long distance relationship with Dae for a while when she´s finally accepted into KISS, his boarding school in Seoul, Korea. After she convinced her father and stepmother to let her go she's on her way to surprise Dae. But things don't turn out the way she imagined, turns out there are things Dae haven't told her, her roomate is horrible and the school is not what she expected. To complicate things further, Dae might not be the only one who wants to catch her attention. On top of that, she's starting to find out things about her departed mother, who used to attend the school.

Years: 2023-

Seasons: 1 (renewed for a season 2)

My story: I came into this series from sort of a strange angle, since I haven't seen the To all the boys-films (where Kitty originates from) yet. When it poped up in my suggestions-list at Netflix I thought the idea of a young person moving to a land far away for love sounded thrilling, so I started to watch it. I like the characters and their backstories and I look forward to knowing more about all of them in the next season(s?). I often wish I was as bold as Kitty.

Teachable moments: Kitty's quite impulsive and emotionally driven, it's sometimes her strength but maybe even more it complicates things for her. Is it worth it? Probably.

Best character: Yuri's caught between a rock and a hard place, in life in general but with love in particular. Her frustration about her loved one being taken away from her is heartbreaking and shows us how queer love is still not fully accepted. I love how her realtionship with Kitty develops from frenemies to BFF's, and if you ask Kitty - something more. Her standing up against her parents and following her heart is inspiring.

Best episode: "TIL" (S1E7). It's intriguing, exciting and gut wrenching when Kitty and Yuri tries to unravel secrets. But are they ready to deal with the truth?

Best quote: "Did I just let my youngest daughter go to Korea to have sex with her boyfriend?" (Dan Covey, Kitty's father)

Fun fact: Same as her character, actor Anna Cathcart who plays Kitty, was moving away from home for the first time when she was in Korea filming XO Kitty. According to herself, it helped her in her role as Kitty.

If you like this you might also like: XO Kitty is a spinoff from To all the boys-films, where Kitty is lead roll Lara Jean's little sister. Others you might like are Never have I ever, Ginny and Georgia, Emily in Paris and Angus, thongs and perfect snogging.

[retvenkos]

only for you | l.j.c.

To All The Boys - Lara Jean Covey x Reader, fluff

word count: 1.1k

A/N: i thought i had this queued for yesterday, kms.

prompt: every holiday you make me watch the most horrendous holiday rom-coms with you, and they really are terrible but your face when you’re laughing out loud is the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen

It was a longstanding tradition that every year, snow or shine, you went over to Lara Jean’s house on the first day of winter break. The first time you went over was years ago, when you stayed with your cousin, Josh, for the holiday and he insisted that both of you go over. He had managed to convince you when he told you that Lara Jean was a baker, and that she always managed to be making something or another when he showed up.

He wasn’t wrong; you had been greeted with sugar cookies and the three of you watched a movie together. Deciding on the movie was easier, back then, and you watched the Lion King on VHS. 

When the credits rolled Lara Jean had said you should come over the next year, too, and you never stopped.

Many major events had happened in front of Lara Jean’s television set - from the first time LJ told you she had a crush on Josh to your first kiss - her couch had seen the evolution of your relationship from it’s very inception.

Yes, movie nights at Lara Jean’s house was important to you. There was nothing you and Lara Jean liked better than getting snacks, curling up under a mountain of blankets and pillows, and watching movies late into the night, holding hands beneath the covers. After all this time, that couch was your safe place - you never felt more loved than when you were sitting there beside LJ, warm and content. 

For your entire life, movies with Lara Jean was a constant, and in that knowledge lay a comfortable sort of intimacy between the two of you. Movie nights were special and nothing could ruin that.

And yet...

“I love you, Lara Jean, but I’m not watching that.”

“But—” the sound of popping popcorn drowned out your girlfriends protest and she scowled at the microwave before turning back to you, eyebrows set in determination. “I’ve never seen Love Actually and it’s rated as the number one best rom-com!”

“By who?” Lara Jean opened her mouth to respond but you beat her to the punch. “Buzzfeed?”

She blinked, closing her mouth after a moment of hesitancy, and you chuckled. The microwave beeped and you pulled out the popcorn, shaking it up before dumping it into a large, plastic bowl.

“What’s wrong with Buzzfeed?”

You stuck LJ with an unimpressed expression and she rolled her eyes.

“Buzzfeed helped me pick out your birthday present last year.” Lara Jean stole a piece of popcorn. “I don’t see what’s wrong with it.”

“Buzzfeed is fine, but whoever wrote that article is misinformed. Love Actually is a terrible misuse of the name. It’s better called ‘Toxicity Actually’ with the way it ends.” You took the overflowing bowl of popcorn over to the couch, setting it down before going to scan the shelves of movies the Coveys had collected over the years. There had to be something you could sway Lara Jean with. “I get that the movie was going for realism or whatever, but some things shouldn’t be done.”

“Come on, (Y/n) it can’t be that bad.”

“Romanticising stalkers and obsession? I think it can be pretty bad, LJ.” You shot back, still scouring the different movies. 

Romantic comedies had never been a favorite of yours, but you watched them every winter break for Lara Jean. Romance was one of her favorite movie genres, and you were hard pressed to say no when she looked at you happily, barely able to contain her excitement at finding yet another romantic comedy filled with crazy hijinks and the most ridiculous of meet cutes.

Besides, you could get through any movie if LJ was at your side. Through the years, you had gotten pretty good at finding ways to occupy your time:  counting how many times the two main characters almost kiss; trying to determine whether some scenes used a green screen or actual location; getting style inspiration from some of the leads; or trying to create a rom-com universe that every movie could fit into, with Jennifer Lopez and Keira Knightley having an insane amount of doppelgangers that roam the earth, looking for love.

And if all else seemed boring or cliche, you could always look over at Lara Jean, snuggled into your side with your legs tangled together, and the smile on her face would be worth it.

You turned away from the shelves of movies to find Lara jean huffing in annoyance. “Besides, seeing Alan Rickman play someone other than Snape was weird.”

Lara Jean narrowed her eyes and just like that, her entire demeanor shifted. “Have you seen Love Actually without me?” 

Oh, no. She was onto you.

“You know I only watch rom-coms with you.”

“Then how do you know so much about it?” She had a point, there, and Lara seemed to know it, too. Lara Jean took a step closer to you, a smug smile on her lips. “I think you secretly like rom coms and you watched Love Actually without me.”

At that you had to scoff. “You know as much as I only watch rom-coms for your enjoyment.”

“Then do you care to explain how you ended up watching Love Actually?”

“I didn’t watch it all the way through—”

“Oh?” 

“—I knew that winter break was coming up and so I, too, searched for the best romantic comedies, hoping to find one that sounded interesting.” Lara Jean smiled and cocked an eyebrow, teasing you with her expression alone. “Someone on YouTube did a ranking video of popular rom coms and their review of Love Actually was scathing. I didn’t even watch the movie, but I know it’s terrible.”

“You didn’t watch it! How can you know it was terrible?” You made to respond but Lara Jean cut you off. “Do you trust a youtuber more than me?”

Now it was your turn to close your mouth. Lara Jean smiled, knowing she had won. “Alright,” you relented and Lara Jean squealed, “but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

LJ popped in the movie and the two of you got comfortable on the couch, shifting around beneath the blankets and causing some of the popcorn to spill onto the floor. Lara Jean hooked her feet with yours and you yelped at how cold they were. She laughed, slapping you playfully on the shoulder and you caught her hand before she could pull away, pressing a kiss to her fingertips. 

“And you tell me I’m the romantic.” 

You smiled. “Only for you.”

Lara Jean leaned in and kissed you sweetly, stealing popcorn from the bowl when she pulled away. “Hey!”

She shushed you, whispering to pay attention to the movie. You rolled your eyes but settled in for the show, sneaking a glance at Lara Jean’s smile.

...

“You were right, that was terrible.”

“Have I ever led you astray, before?”

“Want to watch one of Vanessa Hudgens’ Netflix rom-coms?”

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[randomfandomimagine]

Imagine: Being childhood friends with Peter and him helping you ask Lara Jean out

Requested by anon (x) 

“Earth to Y/N!” Peter waved a hand in front of your face. “What’s going on?”

You blushed when you realized you had been too busy staring at Lara Jean and daydreaming about spending more time with her. Peter stared at you, frowning as he almost tried to read your mind. You heaved a sigh, resigned to sharing your secret with him. He was your best friend after all.

“I have to tell you something...” You began, finally locking eyes with him.

“You have a crush on Lara Jean” He said before you could. Peter laughed when you gawked at him. “I know, Y/N, you’ve been crazy for her ever since you met”

“I hope I’m not so obvious about it that she noticed...”

“She hasn’t, Lara Jean is completely oblivious to it... or she was”

“What?!” You exclaimed when he held you by the arm and took you with him. “Wait, Peter!”

“You waited enough, let’s go talk to her already!”

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Imagine having a Harry Potter movie marathon with Lara Jean

———  Masterlist / Ko-Fi ———

“I wish Hogwarts was an actual school we could go to.” Lara Jean told [Name] as the two girls began their Harry Potter movie marathon at the former’s house. 

“Me too,” [Name] said as she took some popcorn from the bowl seated between the two of them. “I would love to study Care of Magical Creatures. I’d be able to pet a hippogriff and a unicorn; how amazing would that be.”

Lara Jean pauses the movie and looks over at [Name]. “That would be so amazing! You know what would also be amazing: eating in the Great Hall. The food looks so good. What house are you, [Name]? I’m a Hufflepuff.”

“Oh, I’m a [Hogwarts house].”

[frost-queen]

Middle of the night (Reader x Peter Kavinsky)

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You didn’t even know why you were here, you didn’t even like parties. At least not the crazy one’s where people just got wasted till the cops came around. Yet you found yourself at Genevieve’s 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. 

You sighed deep looking around for a quiet place to sit. If it wasn’t for you being the designated driver, you would’ve 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 didn’t they seem to notice you. Knowing people wouldn’t 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. – “Peter!” – He turned around to see Genevieve make her way over to him. He inhaled sharply, preparing himself to talk to her. – “I have been looking everywhere for you.” – called she out, touching his chest. Peter touched his ear, looking around to avoid the question. – “Yeah… uh… I was all over the place.” – chuckled he out. – “No matter, I found you now.” – said Genevieve, her hand sliding up to his neck. 

Peter got startled by it, staggering back. – “Gen…” – called he out nervously, moving her hand away. Genevieve frowned. – “What’s the matter, Peter?” – 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. – “Hey!” – 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. 

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. – “Y/n… you are Y/n, right?” – 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. – “Y/n right… did I get it right?” – 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. – “What are you doing here all alone?”

You smiled sheepishly, tugging some hair behind your ear. – “I…I…I didn’t think anyone would notice…” – mumbled you out. Peter exhaled deep, moving his hands behind his head, looking up at the ceiling for a moment. – “Are you on an interesting page?” – asked he, turning his face to you. You looked down at your book as if you had forgotten what you were reading. – “They were just about to…” – started you, Peter suddenly plucking your book from your hands. – “Good! I’ll keep this then.” – called he out, getting up. – “Hey!” – shouted you out, getting up as well. – “Give it back, Peter!” – you reached for it, Peter holding his hand against your face to prevent you from reaching it. – “I’ll take good care of it.” – chuckled he out as you gave up. 

He removed his hand from your face, smiling cheeky at you. He tucked the book in his back pocket of his pants. – “Be careful with it.” – said you, reaching for it one more time. – “I’ll take extra care.” – 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. – “You won’t leave my side till you’ve had some fun.” – whispered he to you, your head almost in his armpit. – “Reading was fun!” – 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. – “Come on Y/n.” – 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. 

You still weren’t moving, too shy to dance for so many people. – “They aren’t watching!” – called Peter out, leaning into you for you to surely hear. Pressing your lips together, shook you, your head again. Peter wasn’t 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 wasn’t working. – “Close your eyes Y/n.” – called he out over the loud music. You blinked confused to his request. – “Close your eyes.” – repeated he, lowering his head to you. – “Trust me.” – he let his forehead come in contact with yours.

You looked nervously around, not even wanting to close your eyes. – “Trust me.” – 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. – “Peter!” – called you out, pushing him off you. His hands shot up in defense. – “I’m not going to do anything weird… just trust me.” – you crossed your arms, not taking the bait. – “Come on do you truly think I’m that kind of guy, Y/n?” – He tilted his head to the side with a loud hum. Of course you knew he wasn’t that kind of guy. Taking another deep breath, closed you, your eyes again. 

“I’m not going to do anything I promise…” – 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 Peter’s 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. 

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. – “No one was watching. I promise Y/n.” – you didn’t want to hear it, removing his hands from you. – “Can I have my book back now?” – you held your hand out to him. Peter thought for a moment, looking up to the ceiling. – “If I get to drive you home?” – suggested he, bending a bit down to equal your height. You sputtered words out, caught by surprise. – “Why would you do that?”

Peter quirked his eyebrow up. – “Cause I want to.” – answered he with a smirk. You exhaled deep, crossing your arms. – “Too bad I have to drive my friend home.” – informed you him with quirky smile. – “Not a problem for me at all.” – 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. 

They kept laughing and taking pictures as it made you upset. – “Y/n…” – groaned your friend out from the floor. Peter came over as well, blocking the view of the guys. – “Alright show me your phone’s, right now!” – insisted he as you knelt down to help out your friend. – “Delete them now!” – heard you Peter call out in a stern tone. – “You okay Liz?” – asked you, helping her a bit up. – “I want to go home…” – 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. – “I’ve got it.” – 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. – “I’m driving remember.” – 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. – “My car is just over there.” – stated you, pointing forwards. Liz made a gaging sound as Peter widened his eyes. She leaned her entire body towards the grass. 

You rushed to his side, moving that side of her body back up. – “Not here Liz, please not here.” – 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. – “Thanks, Peter!” – exclaimed you, shutting the door on her. Peter grinned, snatching the car keys from you. – “Like I said, I’m driving.” – 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. – “Where to?” – you gave him her address. He started to drive off slowly, making sure she wouldn’t puke in your car. – “You really didn’t have to do that.” – said you after a while. – “Well, I…” – 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. – “I believe this is yours.” – 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. – “If you must go, let me now alright.” – you for sure didn’t want her to vomit in your car. 

It wasn’t even yours; it was your dad’s 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. – “Y/n…” – groaned she out, clutching onto her stomach. You lifted your head a bit up, having dozed a bit off. – “Y/n…” – repeated she, suddenly moving her hand to her mouth. You heard her gaging sound, making you widen your eyes. – “Stop the car!” – 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. 

Peter staring at the road. – “Peter, some tissues!” – 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. – “Thank you, Y/n.” – 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.

“Sorry you had to see that.” – said you, standing with Peter just behind the car. – “Nah it’s all good.” – answered he, his hands tugged inside his jacket’s pockets. – “Your very sweet.” – 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. – “You might think you don’t stand out… but you do to me, Y/n.” – your lips parted a bit, gaping at him. – “Peter…” – 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. Peter’s eyes scanned your entire face, flashing up and down. 

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. - “Y/n!” – your eyes shut open, staggering back from Peter. Peter was startled as well by Liz’s loud voice. – “Y/n!” – 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. 

You knew she didn’t mean to or had no idea of what was going on. Yet, you wondered what it would be like if she hadn’t 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. – “How will you go home now?” – wondered you. If he had dropped you off, was he stranded at your place. He smiled. – “I’ll walk.” – said he, making you gape at him. – “I can’t let you do that!” 

“You… you can crash on our sofa. It’s way too late for you to walk home.” – 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. – “If you need anything just text me.” – 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 didn’t 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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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”

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“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.

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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.

[larajeanscloset]

peter and I are having a painting day!!

[gldnhrt]

ronen rubinstein, pansexual, demi-male + he/they → isn’t that elijah james ullman? i’ve seen them hanging out with the phoenixes. i hear they’re forty-nine, but they’ve only been in alexandria for all his life. they seem to be empathetic & vibrant, but also anxious & self-critical. they have been reborn at least once already!

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𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄  elijah james ullman 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄  ej, eli, jaime ( his brother ) 𝐃𝐎𝐁  february 28, 1975 𝐀𝐆𝐄  forty-nine ( current life ) , second regeneration 𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂  pisces 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑  demi - male 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒  he/they 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  panromantic, pansexual 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍  alexandria, louisiana 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒  english, spanish, hebrew, chinese, vietnamese 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  doctor

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𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌  ronen rubinstein 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑  dark brown 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒  blue eyes 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  5′11″ 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒  one on his left ear 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒  none 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄  white shirts, button up, cardigans, suit & tie

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𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘  mediator ( infp ) 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄  empathic, vibrant, imaginative, loyal, compassionate 𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄  anxious, sensitive, self-critical, unrealistic 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓  photography, hiking, baking, calligraphy, camping 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 bottom 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒  sweets

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𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  [ redacted ] ullman, nuerosurgeon 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  blaise alexander ullman, cardiothoracic surgeon 𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒  ( one brother )

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐋𝐒 will byers ( stranger things ) , elena gilbert ( the vampire diaries ) , peter parker ( spiderman ) , clay jensen ( 13 reasons why ) , lara jean song-covey ( to all the boys ) , lexie grey ( grey's anatomy )

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𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘

for a hopeless romantic, elijah james ullman always found the beauty in everything. his parents had met when they were both studying for medicine, fell in love, and excelled in their medical fields. their love story was one for the books. this was of course many centuries ago.

ej loved hearing about their love story, and he loved that they were still ambitious and love the work that they did, and he was the product of their love.

elijah james ullman was born into phoenix, just like his dad blaise. it was something that he always fear, realizing that when he died, a new version of himself would be born and his old self would be lost forever.

growing up, ej was one who was very in touch with his emotions. he was a vibrant child, who was very imaginative, but also sensitive. his parents worried though that their son would be taken advantage of with all his characteristics he showed.

ej was a daydreamer, and unrealistic paths ended up becoming something he dealt with a lot. becoming an older brother helped with realizing he had to become more realistic, that eventually he became very self-critical with things he did.

even with all that, being a phoenix was something he was good at. controlling his abilities, learning new ones. but one thing he didn't want was the memories that would one day come crashing in. he was afraid of the decisions he might have done in his past life. or maybe it was so good, he'd be sad of what he had lost.

as he got older, he decided that he wanted to follow in his parents footsteps, doctors, what was new? so he went to college for it, and took all the years for him to finally get his medical license.

for a long time he debated whether he wanted to be a brain surgeon like his father or a heart surgeon like his mother, but he discovered that he was good with kids. so he decided paeds was what he'd do. helping children of all kinds.

now that he was reaching his first half century, he finds himself wanting some change. maybe he's been wanting to find love like his parents, or maybe he feels being a doctor isn't for him. he's still figuring it out.

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𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

TBD

[heydaredevil]

Dating Lara Jean Covey would include...

warnings: none, just fluff

pronouns: neutral

• you met when young

• so you are very close to her family

• and you were kinda jealous of Josh because it was obvious that the Covey’ girls had a crush on him

• actually helping Lara Jean to get over Josh

• spending a lot of time together at the treehouse when younger

• that being replaced by you spending lots of time at her house when you both grew older

• Kitty absolutely adores you

• reading Harry Potter together (obviously accompanied by Margot and Josh)

• and watching it many times just because

• she getting mad that you are not a hufflepuff like her (if you are in another house)

• or being so happy that you are, that you guys go out matching with your house colors

• baking together

• and trying out every new cookie she makes

• and you couldn’t be happier, because LJ’s baked goods are the best

• driving her around because you know she’s scared

• but helping her out to improve that with lots of patience

• watching musicals together

• and singing with all your heart and soul

• specially Hamilton because she loves that

• also watching romcoms together

• and doing the same cliche scene, trying to melt your girls heart

• once you guys fought and you ended up below her window with a music box in hands, trying to recreate a scene from Say Anything

• Lara Jean thought it was so adorable that she ran outside and hugged you, giving you lots of little pecks all over your face

• but honestly, you never really fight

• usually you just run around the house, trying to catch her and then proceed to tickle her until the disagreement is long forgotten

• other times you just mess around with her saying “Okay, I know I am no Gilbert Blythe but i’m trying okay????”

• Lara Jean usually saying “you know what? Gilbert has nothing on you” with really adorable heart eyes that makes your own heart flutter

• very delicate and sweet kisses

• usually they taste like chocolate chip cookies

• she’s shy and insecure, because this is her first real relationship

• but you secure her that that’s alright and that everything in her time

• dancing through the room together

• you put your hand in her back pocket every time you guys go out, like in Sixteen Candles

• she writes you lots of letters because she looooves you

• and you let random notes all around her stuff saying sweet nothings

• sometimes you even let little presents that you know she will like

• you wear matching necklaces with photos of you both inside

• because you know your girl is a romantic soul and you actually find it super sweet

• defending her from everyone and everything, but especially from gen meanness

• and she has to actually hold you back from punching the girl or any idiot that make homophobic comments towards LJ

• you try to learn more about her korean heritage

• and she doesn’t hesitate in tell you everything about it

• from traditions to how her mother’s family is

• help her to make her scarp books

• basically being the most adorable couple ever

[sharleslecler]

lara jean covey and peter kavinsky are the most likeable teenage ship ever, change my mind

[noahscents]

Happy 2 Years of To All The Boys I’ve Loved before!!

*cough* feel free to celebrate by reading some of my Peter Kavinsky imagines here